A happy hello to all my friends!
My Mom is yet again a slacker, so I am tasked with filling you in on the latest news from my little corner of the world…Seriously, I don’t know what that woman does with her time. I mean, she is only at the barn for two maybe three hours a day. What could she possibly doing that is more important than spending time with me?!!
In fact, Mom left me for another week recently. She went on what she called a “vaycashun” and said that I was getting one too. Hmm, I think I got the short end of the straw. She went to some place called a beach and came home with brown skin and a peeling nose. I didn’t go anywhere! How is that even close to being one of those “vaycashuns”? I stayed in my same stall, hung out in my same paddock, saw my same friends each day. No sign of a beach anywhere. I hear a beach has sand and water. I didn’t even step foot in our arena which is the only sand at the farm. Water? I had to paw the water trough to make the water slosh around. To express my displeasure, I decided to rub off a large section of my mane. Let’s see Mom try to put a braid in it next weekend! Muwahaha!
And yes, you guessed it, we have another show next weekend. Mom says we are going to yet again attempt the test with the canter loops. Since after she arrived home, there were only two weeks until the show, she has been a bit of a maniacal slave driver. We had not one,not two, but THREE lessons this past week. I know that I don’t need that much help, so Mom must think she needs extra help from Ms. C. I think it is funny when Ms. C asks Mom, “So what did you think of that transition/leg yield/circle/halt?” Mom gets this blank look about her because she knows that obviously there was something lacking, but she isn’t quite sure what it was. Why don’t they just ask me? I can tell you when Mom is noncommittal or making a half-assed effort. It amuses me to only kind of commit. Ms. C then fusses at Mom to try harder. Haha! The problem is when Mom finally does, we both have to work a lot harder. Ms. C gets all excited and tells Mom, “there’s your working trot,” “that is your lengthening!” Phew! It is hard work to get those comments. Ms. C says that kind of work is what we need to continue to strive for during each ride. No more putzing around. Hmm, all this hard work makes a fellow tired.
At least we will be better prepared for those canter loops than we were at the last show. Did Mom really think that only two weeks of practice were going to make us proficient? After all, she’d never ridden countercanter before…and of course, neither had I (at least not intentionally). Now we more often than not can ride a shallow loop without me showing off my flying changes or dropping out of the canter. Thankfully, Mom is more refined with her aids. She even knows where to put her legs. What a good Mom. She should get a cookie. No wait, I get all the cookies at the lessons. 🙂
At least it hasn’t been blazing hot this past week for all this extra work. Usually by now, we are roasting like marshmallows. I’ve heard the term “unseasonably cool” used a few times. That is okay with me. I hope it is this way next weekend at the show. If you are out and about in Culpeper, come see me! I love when folks come and cheer me on! It is okay to cheer for Mom as well, but we will know you are really there to see me. I promise not to tell.