With temperatures hovering in the 20's, I dug out my trusty hand warmers, bundled up, and headed off to the barn. It was really cold standing in one place for any length of time. I wish winter would DIE!
Sara helped me get Blondie ready, and then M and I headed off to the arena. I must say that today was one of the most frustrating lessons I've had. Period. Blondie wouldn't go within 10 feet of the back gate, and I couldn't make her. Usually by the time we hit the cantering portion of the ride, she has forgotten about the strip of sunlight shining under the door. Not today. Nope. She kept ducking out, at the canter, and doing this stuttery thing that totally knocked me off balance. The first time she did this was incredibly ugly, forcing me to grab mane, which had me pulling on her mouth and dragging her to the left.
After regaining my composure, we tried again, and again, and again. When I complained that the only thing I thought we accomplished today was teaching her that she didn't have to go close to the door, M said that wasn't right. At the end, I did have her attention off the gate and on me, and I kept her corners square. This didn't make me feel any better, especially when none of the other riders seem to have any difficulty moving their horses past that back gate. Argh! Today was a real confidence kicker. I am going to be able to keep her moving around the ring next Saturday? Blondie is a bigger chicken sh!t than Harley, and that's saying a lot. What a crappy lesson.