Still looking for my own companion, but Jasper and I are coming along. He is, however, a madman, and I am a fool for not recognizing this consistently. Storms passed through last night, leaving a number of small trees down across the trail. All big enough and awkward enough that we need to go around them. On the way back home, though, we'd just finished a canter down the pipeline corridor and come into the woods at a trot, down to a quick walk, and I intended us to go around the deadfall, like we'd done on the way out. Jasper, however, decided to tighten his buns and hunker his hind-end and launch himself over a chest-high (for him, at 16.1) obstacle, something I did not anticipate at all. We're both fine, thank god, I didn't fall (just came forward very ungracefully), he seems okay - I was just terrified he'd hurt himself somehow. And I felt horrible for not exerting control over our shared brain cell, but I just - I didn't think "jump the trees" was in any way an option.