I choose to see today as a victory, although it didn't turn out as planned.
The plan was for my friend to pick up Ben and I in her trailer and haul over to the arena for a play afternoon, in reality that didn't happen.
She arrived in her warmblood size, 2 horse straight load and Ben didn't like the look of it over much, he did jump in after a few minutes of messing about, but before she could get the butt bar closed behind him, he shot off backwards, nearly fell over on the ice, and sacred himself. After that the little B would not load, 2 freaking hours it took, I could get the fronts on, sometimes the backs, but everytime he would shoot off again. In the end I got him on and off 3 times without him panicking, so the last time I gave him a small feed on the trailer, then unloaded him and checked him back in he field. Far more important I thought to make his last thought of the trailer a positive one, rather than haul him today.
Instead I grabbed Willow and threw her on the trailer, and she was a total star. Did I ever mention I love this mare? She just walked around the strange arena, marched right up to all the scary things gave them a good checking out, and after that simply ignored them
I led her around, lunged her and long lined her, and did some work at the mounting block, then just sat with her watching my friend ride.
I have a lesson with Ben on Sunday, and I'm taking Wills over for an assessment with the trainer to decide what our future will be together. I would rather hurry up and lose the weight rather than lose that mare.
Oh, and my short chaps fit, that might not mean a lot to you, but last time I wore them they were like sausage skins, I was scared they were going to split, now they simply fit, and that little statement means a lot