I had a wonderful horse that I absolutely adored; he was simply the best horse on a cross country course ever and a brilliant jumper. But as a typical OTTB, dressage was never his strong suit. He would do it, with sort of that martyred air TBs in the dressage ring can have, but he never, ever, truly, relaxed his back and was 'thorough.' One event he gave what I truly thought was the best test he was capable of, obedient, all the movements happening at the letters, square halts. If not exactly happy, at least willing. Scores were mostly 5s and an occassional 6, 7 in the collective marks for me, and the comment "mincing" next to the trot work. The test score left us third from the bottom of the division, in that unpleasant postion of waiting for someone to mess up in xc and stadium so we could move up. Hard in the eventing world, when you're buds with most of the people you compete against, to hope someone screws up so you can place.
I had to ask myself why I was doing this, why I was torturing myself and this completely lovely horse that I adored. Fortunately, the previous year, a local trainer and friend started a series of schooling jumper shows. He became a jumper and a much happier horse, and I found a little green horse (avatar horse) to event. Don't know what I would have done with him if the jumper thing hadn't worked out.