|Pictured above: Jazz when someone who knows what they're doing has a look at her.|
Also, continuing my rubik's cube analogy, nearly any idiot can solve one side of a Rubik's cube. You can make it look real nice from one angle, but try to do anything but that one thing you do well, or try to make multiple sides match up, and it gets not so nice and pretty pretty fast. Again, much like Jazz. Nearly anything and everything an amateur like me can ask Jazz to do on a loose rein, she can do like gangbusters, but try to do those same things with a little contact, and suddenly all the wheels fall off and she won't listen to anything and none of those buttons you installed on a loose rein work properly anymore.
|Pictured above: Jazz on the average day before I ask her to do something she considers work.|
My suspicions were confirmed when I got on a totally chill horse who, granted, has gotten a bit dull on leg aids (so many things to do), but was very reasonable. I did a very gradual warmup, with minimal leg and both hands on the reins, but also sitting on her neck. Totally chill. I did some turning and circling and worked on the scary side of the arena a little (the side where the back yard of the farm house is. Jazz hates the dogs and I've seen them really spook her a few times). Totally chill. I took a little contact on my rope reins. Totally chill. I did the exact bending exercise to the best of my ability that I had done in our recent off the rails lesson . Chill, chill, chill.
|The. Exact. Same. Exercise.|
|Chill chill chill.|
I rode again mid-week when I had a couple hours off from work (aka the one time in the week I had a couple hours off from work). I started much the same, bareback with the halter, nice slow introduction. I decided to test her out adding the bridle after our halter warmup. She was totally fine. I did some contact and more of the bending exercise from the lesson with no major issue.
I was almost convinced she was 100% fine, and as long as I could sort myself out in terms of what I was asking, we'd be moving back along like gangbusters again. Almost.
I had the same intentions today, but because I'd brought it home to punch holes, forgot my bridle. No problem. I didn't have big goals today anyway, just another short bareback, and the halter would do for that. So, I did my groundwork warmup.
|Pictured above: Jazz after a groundwork warmup|
I had some really unfortunate timing in that the barn cat had come in and was wandering around in the far side of the arena, or, as the cat must see it, her giant sandy litter box. The cat itself wouldn't be a problem, but there are some truly horrid magpies at my farm.
|No picture exists where magpies don't look like they're plotting to steal candy from babies, because magpies are evil, and they look evil 100% of the time.|
|Pictured above: Jazz today.|
Of course, I'm not being serious when I say that. We'll have to find a way. I haven't the faintest clue what that will be, but come what may, we will find a way.
|At least I finally remembered to take a picture of her dapples.|
|Her newest nickname is dapple bum.|