As aforementioned, Oscar has been my main squeeze for the past two lessons. I've been starting to figure him out more, but he makes my bad habits waaayyy more obvious. Thanks for nothing, horse.
After not riding the previous week due to other obligations, I was just thrilled to have a complete flatwork drilling ride. Can you taste the sarcasm? Because I can. Lots of no stirrup work, transitions, some counter canter, and, of course, swapping horses. I ended up on Penny and Linus as well, but most of the ride was spent on Oscar.
It was my first ride in the new saddle, and, not gonna lie, I had some reservations about it. Listen, friends, if you buy a CC saddle, expect a CC saddle. I also have to wrap my stirrup leathers because apparently 18 year olds can't have normal length legs. Final point of complaint: it squeaked. It squeaked so much. I have gone through one round of needsfoot oil, and round two is happening today.
|He is perfect and can do no wrong|
We rode outside, God bless. Fall has settled in
Someone kicked Oscar's butt earlier in the day, and he was not happy about being brushed. I had wanted to use a different square pad, but since somebody was being a Mr. Grumpy Gills, I opted for the BoT pad we usually use. Our ride was actually pretty good except two little bits.
|Dirtier than he looks|
st part of the solution is to not let the Moose drag me down, but, like, I'm small. He is a moose. Believe me, I'm trying, but it's more of an easier said than done type thing.
Second, he rushed to the fences a bit as well, which is easy to correct after the fence, but it should probably be corrected before the fence. The solution is the same: shorten reins, sit up, whoa. The physiology is also the same: tiny human, weak hands, large horse, sore from arm day.
|He looks the best from this angle|