doonrocket
Well-Known Member
Having spent the last 3 weeks with what seems like an endless cold, I found myself struck with the feeling that I've only had once before.
My lovely but rather stupid boy is recovering from a DDFT and operations on both stifles (One good leg left !) meaning that at the moment he is only being hacked out with small amount of schooling.
Anyway I have to keep the movement through the joints and he's a bit of a handful , so only I ride him. Yesterday in the rain while I was feeling particularly awful we went for a short hack, when we got to a particularly mean looking tree stump.
Been there for ages, he has a look usually but this time - no way dad - too scarey, so followed spinning and walking backwards etc. I tried everything - (even used my stick on him which is rare). Eventually I got off and tried to lead him past. No joy.
Cold wet and miserable I had that feeling of WHY DO I DO THIS?! He just looked at me with his cheeky face , I got back on and we went home. All was forgiven by dismount. I think I've only felt like this before once when lying in the cold wet sand of the arena with a cracked elbow after being thrown. (Different horse).
What drives you to this point or is it just me
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My lovely but rather stupid boy is recovering from a DDFT and operations on both stifles (One good leg left !) meaning that at the moment he is only being hacked out with small amount of schooling.
Anyway I have to keep the movement through the joints and he's a bit of a handful , so only I ride him. Yesterday in the rain while I was feeling particularly awful we went for a short hack, when we got to a particularly mean looking tree stump.
Been there for ages, he has a look usually but this time - no way dad - too scarey, so followed spinning and walking backwards etc. I tried everything - (even used my stick on him which is rare). Eventually I got off and tried to lead him past. No joy.
Cold wet and miserable I had that feeling of WHY DO I DO THIS?! He just looked at me with his cheeky face , I got back on and we went home. All was forgiven by dismount. I think I've only felt like this before once when lying in the cold wet sand of the arena with a cracked elbow after being thrown. (Different horse).
What drives you to this point or is it just me