So Ike decided that today was the day that he would not respect the stall guard’s authority.
I noticed a popped nail while grooming Ike for our ride, and had Mr. D come check it out. He decided that it needed some attention, so he went to get his farrier supplies. I left the stall as well to get some treats from the tack room. Ike typically stands quietly…but today was not that day. In the 20 seconds that Ike was left alone, I heard a metallic “Snap!” and then saw a large dark form trot by the tack room…
Ike made it all of 30 feet from the barn before he was distracted by a juicy patch of spring green grass. My appearance was unwelcome so Ike showed off his Hackney trot and pranced off to the arena which, he would soon realize, would mean the end to his freedom. Haha, big boy, Mom knows how to close the gate…(but obviously not stall doors.)
Mr. Hot Stuff high stepped his way past all the other horses who had come racing to the fenceline to check out the mayhem. He stopped to visit with his barn buddy Joe, caused some squealing, and pranced away again as I slowly approached. I am pretty sure he was chanting “Nani, nani, boo, boo” as he tossed his head in my direction. Mr. HS was yet again distracted by some grass in the corner of the arena. At this point, I finally caught up to my naughty pony and was able to clip the lead rope to his halter to end the hijinks.
Someone was not happy that I ended his walk about because he was wretched for tacking, tried to bite me when I buckled the girth, and tried to run me over as we headed back to the arena. Fearing the worst, I swung my leg over for our session. Luckily Big Man settled down for a very positive workout. We held our countercanter in both directions with uphill simple changes to the correct lead. Our 10 meter circles were fluid. Our shoulder in and travers had steady bend and rhythm. While I was pleased with our work, I don’t think I will encourage Ike to repeat his freeform warmup.
Tomorrow the stall door will remain closed.
I need a little “me” time to perform well. Perhaps Ike does too.
His “me” time about gave his mother a heart attack…