We spent several days trying to get the mare to walk ("waaaaaaalk, Lex. Just waaaaalk"). Then in a lesson the other day, we had some fantastic trot work. I mean, mind-blowing, gonna-win-the-dressage trot. Yesterday was kind of eh, but I'd gotten smacked in the face by my mom's horse so hard that I can't quite remember what happened, so I blamed myself for that lackluster ride. But today, it was explosion time again.
I was in a lesson, thank god, and M was right there to see the drama unfolding. Eventually, she got on her, and the mare lost her mind. Bucking, rearing, the works.
So we've got a vet appointment for Monday. I don't know what I'm going to do if she has a chronic medical condition. I'd prefer a training problem, to be honest. There aren't many better riders than Mary, plus we have a good cowboy trainer on hand who I totally trust, and I can sit through a lot of garbage. But I don't have a ton of money, and I'll always do what's right for her, so I'll have to figure something out.
I'm trying not to get too spun out about this now. Fingers crossed for the big mare, please. I'll just be over here with this bottle of whiskey and my tears.
|There was a little girl|
With a little... um, star
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very very good,
But when she was bad,
She was horrid.