Dumb ass here had a major lapse in judgment when I underestimated how much room it would take to swing my truck and the trailer so I wouldn't have to back it, and would be heading the right way to leave. I nicked the edge of a stack of hog wire and destroyed one of the trailer tires. The horses did NOT like the sound of that tire popping and the air hissing out of it. Mr. Fry had been visiting a friend nearby and showed up at the end of my lesson to say howdy. My hero changed my tire and didn't give me a hard time about it.
Only now do I realize how much fear I've harbored since my rodeo incident last May. We were trotting up a storm when everything went to hell that day. Now, every time we go any faster than a walk, I tense up, which throws me off balance. Heather is patiently helping me through it. Because I was able to relax, so did Pokey.
It felt like I was practically lying on my horse's back because my tension has been causing me to hunch that far forward. We still have a long way to go, but I feel like we overcame a major hurdle. However, I can still only get his nice shuffle gait as a momentary downward transition between trot and walk. I want to learn how to get him into that gait and keep him in it. It's so smooth and the perfect speed. Heather says it's going to take speed and impulsion to get that from him, so that's what we're working on. >sigh< Quaker, where are you when I need you, bud?
We did yo-yos and Heather helped me soften my hands to get him to back without so much pressure on his mouth. I even got him to do a sidepass. Not a pretty one, but he got it.
I was so proud of him, and he ate up every bit of praise Heather and I gave him. He was still looking for "good boys" when we got home hours later. I'm a happy bunny.