Last week we upped the ride to include three 3 minute trot sets with 5 minute walk breaks between and remaining at 30 total minutes of riding. The added trot work did make the time go by faster which is nice. I’m tired of walking and so is Eeyore.
|Trying to snack during rehab walking.|
The entire week I focused on remaining in front of my leg and moving forward at all times. He has been in his dressage bit for a while now and it honestly just pisses me off when he is in it so I had a come to Jesus ride on him mid week.
The rule was simple: you may not under any circumstances lay on my hands. Nope. No sir. Never. I have zero interest in carrying your big fat head. That’s your job and you must do it.
I played around a lot on how to accomplish this. At first I ignored his head, remained sitting tall and booted his ass forward. He didn’t stop though and soon my back was screaming at me as I fought a constant 1500 pound pull forward. Guess it was a good core work out though. I moved to a different plan. Trainer AB had me lift my hands and jiggle the bit to get him to lift his head in the past. It works, but not for very long.
|Eeyore was gifted a large fan for the summer. I LOVE it. One of the best purchases ever. Not only is he no longer sweaty standing in his stall, but after a ride I can put him in front of it for him to cool out without needing a bath every time.|
When ignoring his head failed, I reverted to doing what Trainer AB said before and kept at it. At first it was like every 2 freaking strides but eventually he started holding his head up on his own longer though never long enough for my liking.
When the final trot set arrived I worked on my two point and ho boy did that piss someone with a rotund orange butt off. Sheesh. While up in two point he had no possible way to lean against me without tripping over his chin. Hehehehe. Served him right. It really didn’t take long before he gave up and held his head up himself.
|New boots. So far I am really like them and they have yet to rotate like the Woof boots tended to do.|
The very next day I came out again and immediately began the first trot set in two point to reinstall the idea that he has to hold his own head up cuz I’m not there to do it for him. Pissy laid back ears and some major tail flipping later and when we trotted the second set with me posting homeboy held his own darn head up just fine and has remained significantly improved since then.
Like I tell Wyatt all the time: why must you make life harder than it needs to be?