|I made a song to help me remember how to make Finn|
fancy. It goes "Leg, leg, leg... leg. leg. leg."
His owner agreed and we actually pin-pointed where one of my biggest issues is. My legs are very, very short and Finn's belly is quite dropped. With teeny tiny POW spurs, I don't really have the ability to get after him like I could/would with a longer leg. And I'm sorry, but I don't have killer calves and after twenty minutes of riding him for his owner, I wanted to die. My legs felt like jelly and we STILL needed to be more forward.
His owner recommended getting longer/larger spurs. So while I waited for my new spurs to come in, I decided to utilize my blunt rowel spurs that I had used on Suzie. The difference was completely mesmerizing - I was actually able to manipulate him and I didn't have to stick my spur into his gut and grind it there either.
It was quite beneficial to have his owner help me out - she knows his limitations better than anyone and I found that I was more or less tip-toeing around him. When she asked me to show a stretchy trot, I showed her and the first thing out of her mouth was, "He can do more than that." So it's up to me to push him vs letting him just plug along.
|And more leg.|
Just add leg.
He calmed down once I gave him some hay - there were quite literally only three trailers at the grounds (a lot of clinics were going on and quite a few regular attendees were missing due to that). With there being such a minimal showing for the Dressage (% Days) portion of the day, I was able to take my time tacking up and such.
|In the middle of a stretchy walk.|
Thankfully, it was all quite superficial, as head wounds tend to bleed like a mother-trucker. The girl's mother took her to the hospital where she received 4 stitches to the top of her scalp. She joined us for the jumping (Clear Round) portion of the day later that afternoon.
|Improvement in the canter, finally.|
Thank you, spurs.
We headed into the arena for TL1 and I stupidly turned right instead of left like I was supposed to (never watch someone else ahead of you, folks... >_<). So after that mix-up, I kinda fell apart during the test. I could feel Finn hollow against me and get bracy in the transitions and instead of riding him, I just ended up being a passenger. We earned a very generous 65.2% for that test.
|I'm sorry, I can't find page 2... the tests|
seem to have grown legs. >_>
The interesting thing about these two tests is that (even spectators agreed), TL1 was MUCH worse than my TL2 test, yet they are only 1.5% of a difference. The rideability, the transitions, the circles... everything was MUCH better (plus I didn't... yanno, go off course). Ah well, it's not like it was a under a showing circumstance, and the individual who sat in to judge the tests is not a recognized judge (she is a local Dressage enthusiast who was kind enough to play judge).
|Pretty sure this is my favorite flat photo of us.|
For those wondering - no I will not be purchasing a new saddle and no, I will not be selling my saddle. It may look weird and it may not be "just right", but Finn is a lease and I don't intend to find a saddle that is perfect for him and I because he isn't staying.
With two tests completed, I headed back to the trailer to untack and wait around for an hour and a half until the jumps would start to go up for the Clear Round portion of the day.
I helped set up jumps with the rest of the riders - I swear, like 15 people showed up just for the jumping stuff while there were only three of us who did the dressage part. Once Finn was all tacked up and ready to go, we headed to the ring to practice over a few cross-rails before the rounds started.
I hadn't jumped Finn since I began leasing him, mostly because the jumps at our Fairgrounds in town are locked away and I don't have a key, as well as, I am completely lazy and don't want to drag them out of the shipping container over to the ring and back again. In addition to this, I hadn't jumped a course since I took Suzie to the Fall Show last year... and before that... I hadn't jumped in about three years. So yay for being prepared...
|If that's not a happy horse, I don't know what is!|
He was still maneuverable and malleable in my hands, but he was definitely more awake. We only did four rounds, as I didn't want to push it, and despite my own handicaps during the ride he never argued. He just rolled along in a dopey canter and raced down the lines quietly - he didn't even object when I threw him some wonky distances.
|How about "Just Let Your Horse Figure It Out Himself"|
We didn't do much more than x-rails, but it felt good to get acquainted with "Jumping Finn" vs "Dressage Finn". The two are so different, yet so much the same.