Oats has been very consistent lately, and I couldn’t remember the last time he spooked with me…Except…
Tuesday it was quite windy out, and I went down to the indoor. Another rider had a lesson and showed up later, and Oats could.not.stop.staring! He was distracted, had a pretty big spook at the gate, and was kind of all over the place. We got into a good canter, but after our canter he was snapping at his bit, and kind of head tossing and anticipating another transition. ARGH
That was ok, except going down the long side of the arena, the backdoor blew open! And beyond that? Utter and complete darkness!! To Oats, the gates of hell must have opened up and it was a yawning mouth of black ready to swallow him whole…So
He SHOT sideways, leaving me practically like Wile-E-Coyote hanging in midair. Except I’m getting to be much more solid in the tack, and I went with him for his sudden sideways jaunt.
Sheesh. I felt like my poor stomach got lost in the torsion or something.
I picked myself up together, and the instructor went to shut the door and we walked calmly past it.
And I called it a day. Thanks, but I am leaving on a trip soon…!
Our lesson on Wed was uneventful. Worked over a course of poles, and of course I started acting like I was on course at a Grand Prix showjumping venue, instead of just cantering poles. Had my ‘intense’ face on…hahahaha.