There once was a girl, who had a little curl. Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very good indeed, but when she was bad she was horrid!
She had a tiny curl today
jump lesson... first ride since her crotch boo boo. FERAL. Mike bought me a tail of the dragon shirt which is amazing and I wore it and it was super appropriate!
hacked around arenas to jump arena and hung out and chatted. warmed up trotting just fine in the beginning... had a little canter. Tried to get quick but was fairly respectful. Quicker than her underpaced western jog but still respectful. started to jump and she went feral when I tried to make her trot the low wide crossrail oxer. Bucking/rearing in place... kicking out... even squealing at me. tried to get her to trot a few times but gave up and just let her canter. Still squealing and carrying on but really only when we started and on turns. otherwise she was happy and had fun jumping. I think.
but maybe not... maybe she hurts? maybe her groin was still bugging her? Maybe shes just mad she can't do it her way?
sigh...
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