Ugh! It was bitterly cold as I made my way to the barn. I had on so many layers of clothing that I felt like a marshmallow. Six hand warmers were scattered amongst my clothing. I even wore a pair of gloves on the ride over. I hate winter!
At the barn, we watched as D worked one of the new colts that arrived during the week. It was a tall Morgan, and he looked cute trotting along the rail. He really used his ears nicely. I don't know anything about him other than it was his second day under saddle.
I started getting Blondie ready, and when D saw that she was being a pistol when I was trying to bridle her, he took over and gave her a firm talking to. When he dropped my stirrups to warm her up, I started wondering what was going on. Then he racked her a few times around the ring and asked if I was ready for my lesson. We were going to work on slow gaiting her. He said that he thinks that she will make a nice gaited horse - she remembered everything from last year, and she was back where was then after only racking her 3 times.
I got on, and we had one perfect slow gait down the rail. I don't know what I did or how I did it, but it was wonderful. I had a hard time repeating it, but I think I was starting to try too hard. I was getting too forward in the saddle or I wasn't holding my hands out far enough. Or she would break at the corners or start going too fast. The last time I rode a gaited horse, the horse knew what it was doing - it's a lot harder when the horse is just learning, too!
Blondie was starting to get a little over excited; she started spinning and ducking out of the far corner. I am surprised that I started on! I told D that he would have to fix her before we put her back in her stall. He had me trot her and hold her over to the corner a few times in both directions, and then he told me that I fixed her. Then we let her walk out. Steam was pouring off of both of us - it was utterly bizarre.
After getting a cooler on Blondie and standing with her in front of the heater to dry her off, I put her back in her stall. D was out with the Friesian, and Sarah told me I just missed him getting dragged around the ring. Pooh! I went to see what was going on.
That Friesian is one big boy! He looks a lot smaller in his stall. Maybe with D standing next to him, I had a new appreciation for just how tall and wide he is. It was interesting watching D trying to step up into the saddle; the horse didn't want to have anything to do with it. When D finally managed to get up, the horse still wasn't sure what was going on, but he mostly just walked around. After a couple minutes, D got off, declaring that that was enough for one day.
By that time I was getting very chilled. I finished putting my horse and my things away, and beat a hasty retreat. I was really looking forward to meeting with Mara and Bryce for dinner (sushi and soup), but I wanted to go home and warm up first. I'm still cold! It's supposed to be about 10 degrees warmer tomorrow. It doesn't sound like much, but it does make a big difference.