Here is Jimmy pretending to be sweet and innocent

Good God! I had to punch a horse upside the head last night, and it wasn’t even mine! Jimmy started acting like a total jerk at the canter, due in part to me not having him angled enough before asking to canter the second way. First way, he was perfect. A little fast maybe, but that’s just Jimmy. After picking up the wrong lead twice, he just had a temper tantrum. He got really fast, and took off, sideways, to the gate. M told me to pull his head hard to the left and to clock him upside the head. Naughty pony!

We then cantered small circles, several times, in both directions, until he was slow and he had softened to the bridle. By then we were both exhausted. M declared that it was a good exercise, because I fixed him myself. I sometimes wish they were fixed before I got on them…

I can't even mention much about Jen's lesson, because while M was teaching me, A was teaching her.  Sure, we crossed paths a lot, but I couldn't really pay much attention to what was going on with her and Harley, especially after Jimmy turned into Mr Hyde.  She even left while I was still trying to "fix" Jimmy!  Ungrateful brat!  The least you could have done was stick around long enough to help me put my stuff away!

Blondie is off limits for me until Sunday - D wants to get her racking better, and he thinks that she's getting confused during my lessons, when she just w/t/c.  Instead, I will be riding lesson horses and working on "me."  Talk about depressing.

Look at me!  I'm a lawn mower!

Here is the first of two catch up posts. 

Sunday was the start of a mini heat wave, but I felt colder than when the temps were in the teens. Maybe that’s an effect of humidity? I don’t know, but I was freezing, especially my feet.

D is getting frustrated with Blondie, because she is acting like a moody mare. She keeps quitting on him, and diving into the middle of the ring. She was acting like that last year, which is why we stopped racking her.  She was getting so full of herself that I could hardly ride her.  I don’t know, maybe she is mildly retarded or something. She can’t concentrate on 5 gaits in the same exercise period. It was so much easier last summer when all she had to do was walk and trot while pulling the buggy.

M warmed her up, and had her racking around fairly smoothly. Then I got on and D had me concentrate on her head set, at the trot and the canter. We cantered a lot, and he would say, “She’s getting long,” and I would have to bring her head back up without letting her stop. Then we called it good and put her back in her stall.

I had a terrible lunge line lesson on Jimmy next. I just couldn’t find a solid seat. It was very frustrating, and I was so happy when it was over.

Next, I hopped on Wildchild’s back to check out Zoe’s new saddle that she picked up at the tack sale the day before. It is so comfy! Too bad it’s a hunt saddle. I used to think that my saddle was cushy, but now it just seems slippery.