I sometimes find myself preparing for XYZ and being pleasantly surprised when there is no reaction. I first noticed it when I fly-sprayed her without a type of restraint on (halter). She stood quiet, letting me spray her all over.
|Waiting for Spud to catch up and|
hearing voices from Space Aliens?
And once more when I went riding with a friend - I had dropped my dressage whip and he offered to trot Spud back to go retrieve it. I decided to continue walking ahead and stopped under a shady tree to wait. And Annie stood. Normally, she is pretty concerned with where her buddies are, esp if they "leave" during a ride. But she didn't even look back.
The same day I went trail riding and dropped my whip, I went trotting and cantering down the dirt road that runs through the subdivision. I hadn't done that in few years - never did it on Suzie, and certainly didn't attempt it on Geronimo when I rode him. I turned Annie away from the direction of home and cantered up the path, laughing and smiling as we went. She initially sucked back - probably because "Uh... aren't we going home?" and "Spud... you're coming too, right?", but she did the thing anyways.
And it just made me so, so happy.
|Doesn't share grass tho.|
Still doesn't eat the grass while tacked either...
These aren't the only changes that have caught my attention - there are quite a few little nuances that are mostly nbd for more seasoned animals, but they make my heart swell. I'm a self-identified second guesser so it's nice to see I'm not completely ruining a good horse.
And though these changes are so small, I have to remember to relish in them and be proud of them. Forward progression is something to be celebrated, and with each wet saddle pad, we are starting to put the pieces together.
I have this horse who is mentally growing up and is starting to really get comfortable with things and the questions I ask. Our ride lastnight (blog to follow) was testament to that. Everything is starting to come together and although we still cannot ride a 20m canter circle, we can actually canter (and do an egg-shaped 35.2m circle) now! Four months ago, Annie wasn't even strong enough to canter one lap around the arena.
|That's a happy mash face!|
And on a more interesting note, Annie and I are officially entered into her very first show - it's a local show next weekend and although I am still debating my class choices, it'll be good for the experience nonetheless.