Now that we’ve got her foot soreness (she came with when we bought her) taken care of and her hips all the in the correct spots (thanks chiropractor), O has an entirely new take on life going. It’s been most obvious since moving to this new stable in January. We’ve slowly had to change our tactics as she gained energy and muscle from her newly revised training program post-lameness, and I admit that I’m struggling a bit with all these changes. It’s hard when the same horse has been quiet as a church mouse for over a year, is changing.
All the things that worked for us before, no longer are working that great. Which leads us to this week’s rides, which I felt were about 80% awful. Awful as in she STOPPED, as in refused, a single pole one night. And no, it wasn’t scary.
Smiling through ‘the funk’ ride #1
Essentially I’m not riding the way she needs me to, and it’s not pretty. It also makes me totally uninspired. I’d really like to just throw my western saddle on her and go for a trail ride. That sounds WAY easier than dealing with our laundry list of issues right now.
Side note. Mare is getting beefy, in a good way!