|Finally got the nameplate and assembled it|
onto the halter.
I figured since we wouldn't be doing much more than walking and some mild trotting, that sticking her in a halter would be a nicer option as opposed to a bit in her mouth. I figured that a nice jaunt through the streets wouldn't require a bit. I figured it would be more pleasant.
I was not only wrong, but really, really wrong.
Mare was fresh from the start and walked off with a head bob that would make Saddlebred's ashamed and a high-stepping action that would cause even the best Hackney's to cry. I took the forward impulsion with open arms, but instantly regretted it when Suzie began viciously head-tossing and snorting.
|Crocodile tears, Mr. Hackney horse!|
Of course, the fact she was in a halter did nothing for my non-existant breaks and I dealt with Suzie's head in my lap on more than one occasion. I vowed that the next time I rode, Suzie would be in a proper bridle-situation.
The next day, a friend drove Spud and I figured it would be a perfect opportunity to get Suzie really aquianted with the cart since I hadn't really hacked her out beside him while he drove. Sensing the perfect opportunity, I hand-walked her alongside Spud and after five dreary minutes, I realized that she was 100% fine with the cart. I figured why not pop up onto the mare and I tied her leadrope onto her halter and hopped up.
|Is Spud not the most knock-kneed thing|
you have ever seen?
And yet again I was faced with an impatient, flaming dragon.
She does this every Spring.
I seriously cannot wait until the snow melts and we can actually ride. Or until, y'anno, I choose to ride in a friggen bridle like a normal person.