March 27, 2011
Last Sunday I worked with Sunny under saddle a little bit. I got her tacked up, then worked on mounting and dismounting from each side. I'm using a mounting block now. I got on and had my mother lead us around the pen about five times, the longest so far. I asked Mom to let her go, but she refused. She had been so nervous the whole time, mainly because Sunny was trying to flick flies off of her head, so I decided to end the session before her nervousness rubbed off on Sunny.
On Thursday I went to the barn and was about to groom Sun. I walked in to the stall and touched her with my finger and told her to move over, which she responds to great. This time, however, she lifted a hind leg at me. We had a come-to-Jesus meeting. Out of the year and a half I've had her, she had never actually lifted a leg at me. Whether she was trying to kick me or get a fly, it didn't matter. That crap don't fly. After she got a what-for, I went in and brushed her rear end for about five minutes, both for her sake and mine. That way she knew she couldn't do anything when I was near her butt, and also so I wouldn't be afraid to brush her butt next time. The rest of the day went fine.
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