Ow, you bugger....
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♥Mar. 4th, 2015 // 01:20 pm♥
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This morning, Mike rode GB and I rode Bugs. Eventually.
He waited until I had just touched his back, but before I actually had both feet in the stirrups, before going off like a loon. Mike reports that I managed to sit through the first two bucks but the third was my undoing. I had thought I'd successfully thrown myself onto my side coming down, which the grazed elbow seemed to support, but my coccyx reports otherwise. And I chipped a nail, mutter.
Then he ran/bucked his way around the school a few times, miraculously not catching a leg in his reins, and eventually decided he'd had enough and would consent to be caught.
Once I was on him the second time, he did go really nicely. Not sure if that was the running around or the saddler, but I suspect the latter: he felt much less downhill in the canter.
Then we put him in the field, and in the time it took me to go into the house, give Jo her breakfast and go upstairs to set the camera up he was on the wrong side of the fence again. Sigh.
On the plus side, since we went and moved him back to the right side he's not tried it again: I suspect that he must have scared himself getting through it and decided it's not worth it. I've decided that if he does it again then he can stay there but he's getting a grazing muzzle.
Jo, poor thing, went under the fence to her toilet patch quite successfully but then got zapped on the way back through. Unfortunately, she panicked and ran back under the fence, so she was still on the wrong side of it. She did manage to make it back unscathed for a big cuddle. |
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