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Vet's opinion seems to be that Capri's death was a stroke/heart issue--as most people assumed it was. Molly, her pasture buddy and fellow Red QH Mare is still...unsettled. They moved her into Capri's stall so she could be next to Shiloh, and she seems to have latched onto the old girl. Not only are they now turnout buddies (along with Shiloh's usual partner in crime, Milky the pony) but she was calling out to her, both when out for a lesson and when Shiloh was lead away from one. Poor gal.
My back and shoulders are very ouchy today, and the only culprit I can think to blame is George. See, George has had a lot of canceled lessons lately, and apparently George under light work = George the Butthead even more than usual. We were doing canter circles and passing by Diane and he got it into his head that it was funny to kind of skitter away from her and break into a trot. It wasn't a spook, it was definitely him being a turd. Well, she handed me a crop, thinking he'd go into Srs Time mode.
Uh, no. What I had instead was Massive Hissy Fit of DOOOOM, which meant careening around the arena at a mother fucking gallop. I didn't even touch him with the damn thing, he just felt like being an ass. Since last time I had a runaway horse I felt off I'm half surprised I didn't freeze. Instead managed to sit back, plant my god damn heels (losing my stirrup was the failure before), and finally haul his ass into a trot...but not before he'd gone around the entire arena like 3-4 times and was huffing his silly little head off. Oooowwwwww.
Pull, release, PULL, release, PULLMOTHERFUCKEROHMYGOD, release...
So yeah, completely broken. I'm not sure how I held up at the therapy barn to be honest--sheer stubborn will, maybe? Even Nova took pity on me and didn't try to really eat me today.
My back and shoulders are very ouchy today, and the only culprit I can think to blame is George. See, George has had a lot of canceled lessons lately, and apparently George under light work = George the Butthead even more than usual. We were doing canter circles and passing by Diane and he got it into his head that it was funny to kind of skitter away from her and break into a trot. It wasn't a spook, it was definitely him being a turd. Well, she handed me a crop, thinking he'd go into Srs Time mode.
Uh, no. What I had instead was Massive Hissy Fit of DOOOOM, which meant careening around the arena at a mother fucking gallop. I didn't even touch him with the damn thing, he just felt like being an ass. Since last time I had a runaway horse I felt off I'm half surprised I didn't freeze. Instead managed to sit back, plant my god damn heels (losing my stirrup was the failure before), and finally haul his ass into a trot...but not before he'd gone around the entire arena like 3-4 times and was huffing his silly little head off. Oooowwwwww.
Pull, release, PULL, release, PULLMOTHERFUCKEROHMYGOD, release...
So yeah, completely broken. I'm not sure how I held up at the therapy barn to be honest--sheer stubborn will, maybe? Even Nova took pity on me and didn't try to really eat me today.