Wow it must look like my horse never gets worked! No, I've been grounded, and when I tried to get on yesterday it was down....
Sunday: We took him to the Stables, and he was... decent. He hasnt done the gate in about 2 years, and last time we tried there was lots of rearing. This time it was just about perfect. Did the mail box fine. We took him outside, and he's been extremely sluggish, so Mother got me a little "popper" just to get his attention. Belive me, I tested it out on myself first to make sure it wouldnt hurt. There was an incredible amount of bucking/cowkicking. He never got real close to throwing me, but he got me pretty far up once. After I got him going pretty good, he was like flying. Unfortunetly the arena was a little slick, so we couldnt go full speed :(:(
Monday: Got braces, was in too much pain to ride :(:(:(:(
Tuesday: I asked Dad to set up a trail course in the yard, and I warmed up while he did. In the arena, he was really pretty good. PJ was bending well, and taking cues. I took him over to the trail. The mailbox was good, Dad had me pull a jacket out of it and rub it on PJ. The gate was excellent. Then we got to the bridge.... ooo dear. I've had him TROT over that bridge before, but he was not having it. Part of it was that Dad decided to stick boards under it so it would have a hollow sound(which it already did!*. So anytime he stepped on it, the brige would kinda flip up and look like it was attacking him. Poor thing. Anyways I led him across, almost getting jumped on once, and he settled down. Dad was suprised that when I got on, he became resistant again. PJ has this thing where he's better if he can SEE me. Well I got him going, and it was all good. The ladder was fine. And then finally the Backing L. I thought we might have a little trouble, but I was wrong, he was great.
Then came halter, and that went overall pretty well.
Wednesday: I decided not to go to the arena, but straight out to our neighbors field. Mistake? Quite possibly. He was quite the brat, and I didnt end up going over a trot for more than a few steps. There was a little rearing, and lots of head flinging. We did quite a lot of stopping and backing though. When backing, PJ's head was all tucked and pretty, probably just because he was agitated. When I was satisfied, I took him back over to do trail again. I skipped the mailbox, there was no real reason to do it. Gate was pretty good. And the bridge... again, oh no. Unfortunetly before I really had a good chance to get him over it, Dad clipped on the leadrope. I think I would have gotten it to! Well, my brilliant father decides to not let me get down, but to clip the leadrope on to my bridle and just start leading. So I had reins, that were of no use. I'm sorry, that does me squat, and I refuse to ride like that, especially on a horse that is freaking out. Finally I just hopped off *yes, dad not even being nice enough to stop*. One of my reins slid off and Dad knew it, but I couldnt get close enough to grab them. PJ stepped on them once, and he STILL neglected to pick them up, being mad at me for getting off. Trying to *teach me a lesson*. The other rein slid off, and guess what? PJ snapped it. Its totally busted, beyond repair. Thanks a LOT dad. Theres a headstall I found, and I'll have to swich everything over to it, and its to dark, but I guess it'll work. Really ticked me off though. After going through the rest of the obstcles, Dad said to go ahead and put him up.
I havent yet today