As promised, Diesel's shoe had been refitted to his foot. He hadn't been trimmed, though, so we had to dig through the tack room to find a pair of bells boots big enough for his large front feet. It's a good thing that I arrived early, because it took a while to find them.
It was another large group, with eight riders again. It was also stuffy in the arena, so we didn't work the horses very hard. We spend a lot of time walking, while posting or in the two point. Diesel was very stiff when we started out, but he had a lot more energy than the last time I rode him. Though he had a pronounced hitch in his get along, he was actually going places with his large, ground covering walk. He was never very smooth on his bad side, but he eventually started to loosen up.
I did learn that Diesel likes his space. Man, oh, man did he get ugly ears when the other horses got a little too close to him. He kicked Doc on Monday, and after watching as his ears were pinned tight against his head, I didn't doubt it. I guess he can be a cranky old guy.
I had a bit of a problem with his canter. First off, I didn't angle him enough to even get him to step off into the canter, and when I finally did, he is very choppy. It was difficult to stay in the saddle and not bounce around. By the time we moved back to a walk, Diesel was very sweaty. Oh, time for a trail ride down the driveway!
It was amazing how much cooler it was outside. There was a nice breeze, and, at first, the flies weren't bad. Near the end of the driveway, a mutant horsefly decided to hone in on us, and it was really freaking me out. It was huge! And it kept following us! Ugh!
I was disappointed that we didn't get to rack. What a bummer.