Luckily for Guinness, his workload barely dropped through my disastrous long weeks. I say lucky because the last month has given us some of the most consistent and workmanlike rides we've ever had. Who is this horse who takes up contact immediately, works into the bridle most of the time, and actually tries to contort his body into the difficult bending and suppling exercises I'm asking him? He's been a solid rock to depend on, and months like this truly give me hope that we're on the right path to succeed at 2nd level and above.
Of course, there are always setbacks, and last week was no exception. I showed up at the barn to find an advanced case of the "gross and scabby" developing along Guinness' belly and into his girth area.
Surprisingly, Guinness stood (mostly!) still while I scraped and scrubbed off the offending scurf, skin, scabs, and hair, and treated the whole area with a heavy dose of hydrogen peroxide. (I prefer to use betadine for stuff like this, but I am all out!) Later, I scrubbed him with straight iodine, and called it good, but I decided to ride him bareback that night, to avoid any irritation.
Here's the question... why can I sit the medium trot so nicely without a damn saddle?
|Are you serious, lady? You wanna practice canter departs on The Shark? Good luck...|