Weirdly enough, this Summer didn't see much rain. Being on the North Coast of British Columbia (with our little slice of heaven is firmly sandwiched between two of the rainiest cities in all of Canada) it was pretty uncharacteristic to not see any form of precipitation for weeks on end.
Unfortunately, the province of BC did not bode well with the lack of liquid gold we are so known for, as a vast majority of our province was swarmed with thousands of wild-fires (some of which still continue to burn today).
|Nose pets keep the inner red-headed demon at bay, ahha.|
We stuck to the regular loop around the rural subdivision, which is roughly 5-6km depending which outer-perimeter streets you add in.
Both Annie and AJ were happier than pigs in shit to walk along at a sedated pace on loose reins, which made for an extra pleasant hack around the neighborhood. As per usual, AJ sent Annie into a very fast and erm... heavy... heat, ahha. She kept a pretty good lid on it tho, and only mildly protested when we broke off at the end to head our separate ways.
|It wouldn't be so pervy if AJ weren't 3x Annie's age...|
Love has no bias tho, I guess haha.
Following the ride, the horses got their feet done on Sunday (wherein Annie was a bit of a douche, but not a total supreme douche... so win?) and I swung back up in the saddle the very next morning to a blue sky and sunshine.
|Only being a bit of a douche. Not a whole douche.|
So we did a lot of circling, halting, dismounting and remounting before I even let her step foot down the driveway. As soon as I threatened her with lunging, she started to get her shit together and we headed out... finally. I took the opportunity to ask for halts and have her stand quietly, because #fuckyoumareidon'tcareaboutyourfeelings. She protested a few times (rooting and yanking the reins from my hands, attempting to walk off, scooting out from under me when I asked her to walk off...) and got a bit humpy once, but finally sighed when she realized I wasn't gonna let her walk all over me.
|This was after she decidedly had less feelings.|
Hold on there you crazy mare.
Once we hit the dirt road, she was back to her usual professional self which I appreciated but still didn't entirely forgive her, so we schooled down it at both the trot and canter. She was good - lazy, but good.
Seriously tho... only my mare can have a shit fit for 15 fucking minutes about wanting to go out for a ride and then drag ass during a canter down a dirt road.
We continued our way to the arena and once there, I was keen on setting to work right away. Hacking to the grounds takes about 20 minutes, so Annie was more than warmed up by the time we arrived. I had wanted to start chipping away at our cross-firing issue and applying the things I had gleaned while lunging over the last two weeks.
|A reverse barn door vista.|
Doesn't she look cute... and unassuming?
I was super happy with her - she was quiet in the canter, responsive to the aids, and light in the bridle with enough pressure I could keep a working contact with her.
We played around with some leg yielding, 15m trot circles, 15m canter circles, "lengthened" canter and "collected" canter as well as quite a few (straight) canter transitions down the long sides of the arena. I am terrible for always asking in the corner (or making a circle to ask), and when a friend made a comment about having her own horse aware of which canter leg she is asking for by riding her in a straight line, I thought it was pretty genius. I wanted to start applying it and working my way to asking for counter canters, so thought it was a good idea as any.
|Something looks like it's missing here...|
We finished the school after a particularly pleasant extended canter down the long-side. I sat deep, asked her to whoa, and immediately hopped off to shower Annie with many good pony scritches and pats.
Once the good girl dance was over, I led her out of the arena, remounted, and we headed home. At one point during the ride home, I had to dismount to grab Ella (a woman was walking her leashed dog down the dirt road and I didn't want her to run up and disturb them) and upon remounting, I decided to undo my reins and hack home bridleless.
|Probably unsafe. Definitely not Pony Club approved.|
100% enthralling and fun!!
Annie was super - quiet and responsive to my aids as we went along. I also ended up dropping her bridle one turn from home, which ended up turning into a bit of a laughable moment... As we rounded the corner, we came face to face with a young girl crouched in the ditch catching little fish.
She said hello to me, so I said hello back and she took the opportunity to run over and show me what was in her bucket. Now, I trust Annie to behave when she is in a good mood, but I wasn't exactly sure how this would go over being bridleless and all, and was ready to dismount if the need arose. But, mare was perfect and instead of spooking, tried to drink from the bucket when the girl presented it to us, haha.
Probably not the smartest thing to do, but damn it was fun.