She's very interesting. Unlike BG, who only does "bad" things out of fear or misunderstanding, Cat is downright malignant when it comes to disobedience. She tried to out last me with our trotting fight today -- just like she attempted to out last when during my first few times catching her in the pasture! Silly pony. What I lack in skills I make up for in persistence!
BG seems a little off put by my divided attention. When I go out in the pasture to catch Cat, BG trots up like, "Well, hello. Time to play?" I have to shoo her away before I halter Cat, because BG likes to chase Cat away. And then BG follows us back to the barn and waits there until Cat and I return. I feel bad about not paying attention to BG (I haven't even groomed her since Dixie!), but Cat needs my time...
Sounds like you are having fun with both your girls! It's amazing how different two horses can be, isn't it? The two I ride are complete opposites!
As far as Uwharrie goes a lot depends on whether or not I can procure a babysitter for my daughter, lol. If so I would love to volunteer. But if I can't I will still be there as a spectator! (I should know for sure by tomorrow:))
She was a very good girl, save a few sassy moments. She likes to rush hills. An annoying habit, as she insists that it's much easier to get up and down those things with a little momentum. I suppose it may be. You know, easier for her. All day today:
"Careful, Cat... Slow down..."
"NO." *trots hill/through mud/jumps creek*
"There you go, Cat. There you go."
And for a while, she would listen to me when I requested she take terrain slow.
She has a to die for trot and canter. We rode with gaited horses. They would do their fast gait and I just cantered slowly behind them. <3 Her trot is also so smooth and floaty. I could ride her to the moon.
She's very happy to hang out in the back of the pack, which is appreciated.
She wasn't very good for marking trails. She hates standing close to trees/branches/whatever and refused to side over. Homework, homework.
Unfortunately, I discovered after the ride she had a large, hot bump on her back. It appeared she had been bitten by a bug and my saddle rubbed it and caused it to swell. I'm sorry, Cat. I put cold water on it, and won't be riding her until it no longer hurts. It won't take long. Maybe I can take BG for a walk tomorrow. She'd appreciate the attention.
I gabbed her and Cat from the pasture around 3:00 this afternoon. Poor Cat still has a sore back. The bump, while reduced in size and puffiness, is still tender and hot. I'm a little concerned. If it's still tender in two days, I'll be properly concerned.
It was hot, clear, and still today. The air wasn't moving, and that kind of weather makes me lazy. I groomed both the mares. After putting some more cold water on Cat's back, I turned her out. My new tack from Distance Depot came today. I spent forever adjusting BG's hackamore.
I think it got it almost right. Might have to keep playing with it.
Mostly, I sat in the stall, and we hung out.
She stood guard over me like horses stand over their sleeping herd mates in the pasture. "Sleep, little human. I'll watch for wolves."
I forced myself to ride for five minutes, just to see how easily cues would transfer over in her new head gear. Very easily, it seems. She did everything I asked without translation issues.
One year ago at the Region Five Benefit, Baby Girl and I embarked on our first open ride. We finished, "but it wasn't pretty." Metabolic points were lost. Obstacles were blown. Prancing, spinning, and general bedlam. I asked the vet judge if he thought Baby Girl would ever be a "decent open horse."
"Patience. Time. Miles. And one day, by accident, you'll have a great horse."
Patience? It's just going to happen?
The judge's statement fell into the ridges of my brain. (I couldn't imagine a calm, prudent, seasoned Baby Girl.) It resurfaced today, and I got a smile out of it.
Today, Baby Girl "accidently" got a perfect score of 100, high point SSH, and open sweepstakes.
Baby Girl decided this was her weekend to show me what she was capable of. And it seems that she is capable of excellence far beyond what I ever thought was possible.
Everything I asked she did in an agreeable fashion. She cared for herself on the trail. She relaxed and conversed energy. Her anxiety was minimal, which allowed my anxiety to disappear. (Do you know how freeing is it to have confidence in a horse? To not have to dread obstacles, vet checks, metabolics, or simply tying to a high line?)
So yes. It quite the weekend. Perfect 100s are rare. Breed awards are very nice. Open sweepstakes is amazing. There were 15 total open riders (lightweight; heavyweight; and I, the only junior.) Sweepstakes means BG beat all 15 of their horses. (Among them national champions and a president's cup winner.)
A lowly junior rider on a young horse she trained herself? Inconceivable! Further more, Baby Girl. I never would have thought.
Sweepstakes is worth 18 points. That's three rides worth of points. Helps us down the road to a national championship very nicely!
My gratefulness to this creature. She gave 'em hell.