We got off to quite the start when P finally threw me into the wall as a rather loud protest to trot work.
|P, wondering what the hell I'm doing on the ground in a lump|
My back kept me out of commission for a while, but Super-Mom came up and saved the day (again) proving that P was capable of not being a total mare-wolf
|worked well for Supermom..|
|Total field trip success.|
We got back to work (in our air vest) on the buckle. P was a lover, tried hard and we moved forward. P was my valentine.
P tried to eat her farrier, caused a general ruckus at the barn, and was a gem under saddle
We prepared to come off the Regumate high and see how P was. She was.. the same. Still sticky, still unhappy undersaddle and still... totally sound.
The barn had a baby, a CCI**** eventer moved in and P started throwing shoes.
We got a second opinion and found our new vet. It rained. it rained some more. We decided to move P to Summer Camp. It rained some more. I bought boots for a horse I wasn't riding. It rained. P and I hand walked, grazed and worked on Targeting.
(it rained some more). P looked like a tank
P adjusted to life at Camp and started her work of playing with others
|we have withers!|
P doesn't understand why she's so dirty, but she's did great.
P learned how to be a trail horse and was ponied allllll over the place. I got to ride Wendy :)
Dad flew me to see P (cute as ever) and we went for a trail ride.
P gets good at her join up work, and I don't need a halter!
Oh yeah, and I RODE MY HORSE AGAIN. Out in a big field, yahoo!
and the boy had fun too...
Life got in the way and I hardly saw my horse (sad). But I did see her and P started working more under saddle with harder questions. Creeks, patience, beaches.. all very exciting.
I start seriously horse hunting, the dog is diagnosed with Wobblers and I RIDE P ON THE BEACH
Oh yeah, and we added Prairie to the mix. (just barely squeaked that one into 2011)
Happy New Year