Max had a tantrum tonight. Just a small one, and sadly ineffective, but a tantrum nonetheless.
Today, he was introduced to grass reins. He does not like them. They allow complete freedom of his head movement so he's not forced into a pre-determined head carriage, but they do restrict him from getting his head down to grazing level. It took him a few tries to realise, with great disbelief, that he was well and truly thwarted.
We had another go at lungeing in the paddock and this is when the tantrum happened. Long grass that he could not reach irked Max no end, and we had some truculent prancing, some sulky head shaking and an air of righteous indignation.
"Not fair!"
"Sssh, sweet pea, trot on."
"This is shocking. Alert the media!"
"Poor Max. Trotting on."
"Snort!"
We settled down to some very nice work, and Max was rewarded with pony nuts and carrots, so didn't go without, and my shoulders were spared.
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- maczona
- The diary of a young horse and a not quite so young novice. What happens when you decide to return to riding after years away from it and suddenly find yourself buying a horse, and a very young horse at that? Who teaches who?
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