Flatwork: Hey look over there! Did you see that out the door? *spook* OMG, I heard something dangerous outside the door! *scoot*
Jumping: Hang on lady! I got this. Why you look at the door? Seems fine to me!
We did have one legitimate day of terror after our new footing arrived. All the jump equipment moved out the back door.
|*insert scary ghost moans here*|
So I ride down near the end of the ring to let her 'process' the changes. Cue the peanut gallery thoughts, "You should have handwalked first, don't you know anything?" If you think I'm putting myself in the path of 1500lbs of get me the hell outta here horse, you are crazier than I am!
Horse: *puffs up* * stands on tiptoes* I must SNORT! and look suspicious ... and flex muscles like a competing bodybuilder.
Me: ... *looks at watch and yawns* *wishes that butt would stop going numb*
Repeat for the next 20-30 minutes, at which point, I completely traumatised my horse. Can you guess what I did? Huh? Huh? Come on, guess.
I ... scratched her withers.
|This ... 1500lbs of it|
Because ... wither scratches are HELLA scary. That's why I love horses, I learn something new every day.