SophieLouBee
Well-Known Member
I rode my chap out today, I forgot to take my stirrups down from 'jockey' as I had been jumping a pony and had to shorten them to a silly length. I got on and my hands were cold so I CBA to take my gloves off and put them back down. MISTAKE. The whole way round he bounced and boinged and jogged, just waiting to take flight, just because he could feel my heels and kees had moved upwards. As it was we couldn't as I had the mother on board Mare behind us, she likes to walk, and thats about it. I felt sick by the time we got home from all the boinging! The farmer stopped me and said 'If that horse went, you couldn't stop him could you.' To that he threw his head in the air and snorted so loudly it scared their whippet who was on the lead half to death. Last year at a show, someone asked if he was one of my youngsters, I was a little red faced and had to explain, no, he was the 'nanny horse'. He then barged the poor woman out of the way, dragging me with him.
So, my question, at 15 is there any hope of a quiet life hacking about at the end of a stressful day? Does anyone have any secret claming methods, that doesn't involve wearing him out!? Or do I just have to resign myself to the fact he will always be a tit?
So, my question, at 15 is there any hope of a quiet life hacking about at the end of a stressful day? Does anyone have any secret claming methods, that doesn't involve wearing him out!? Or do I just have to resign myself to the fact he will always be a tit?