I like how everyone is talking about their horse having the Spring Sillies and being wild, and I’m over here like “I’m gonna need bigger spurs”.
Now that we’ve crossed over into the 80’s for a few days, Henry is in hardcore “OMG it’s too hot to work, I can’t possibly.” mode. Whoa there 8yo OTTB eventer. Whoa there. It won’t be long until it’s in the 90’s and 100’s and he’ll pass into “For real though, I can’t breathe GTF off me.” mode. Yay. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I’ve been riding around all week with my sunroof open and windows down (which is how I ended up with a wasp in my car when I was on the highway). This weather is fantastic if you’re asking me. Henry just doesn’t agree. He liked his rain-induced winter vacation where he got ridden once a week.
On Wednesday I had to do a billion trot to canter transitions just to get him semi-awake. I’m not gonna admit publicly that getting him to canter on that first attempt took a legit pony club kick. I’m also not gonna admit that it was his first ride after 5 days off which makes it extra sad. Maybe it’s time to revisit the idea of carrying a whip.
Yesterday there was a cold front, I suppose you could say… this was the weather when I got to the barn for my dressage lesson. Note the wind. And that wasn’t the gusts, just the steady wind.
Henry was slightly more awake, as in I could actually get him to canter. Meanwhile, I almost got blown right off of him a couple times. But the second dressage lesson of the year is in the books, with only two more weeks before our first HT. I sent off my entry for the second one yesterday so everyone say buh-bye money.
Which is really sad, because this weekend there’s the Dover tent sale (which I’ll probably skip because I hate Dover), the new tack shop by my house is having a big sale/event, and I’m making a day trip to a show in Houston to check out all the new stuff in the Luxe EQ mobile. Danger, danger! I must try to exercise some restraint. I mean… at least a little restraint…