It's been a little hectic lately. Mom has that dumb Job so she never has time to help me blog. It's stupid. I wish she could just play with me and not have to bother with other stuff.
Well, last time I posted Mom had said we were going to work in the Round Pen the next day and we did. First she saddled me up and then she lunged me in there. She had me walk and trot and canter and then go the other way and do it again. Every time I bucked and kicked while cantering, she made the Bad Girl noise and then had me go on again. I knew what she was telling me. She doesn't want me to do that when I have my saddle on. I do know it but I just forget.
Then she rode me in there. We did a lot of trot work and she let me have a kind of loose rein so I'd go forward but she just kept breathing slowly which makes me want to slow down. I'm not sure why but I just find myself doing it sometimes. I'll be rushing along and I'll feel her breathing really slow and posting up and down just a bit slower than I'm going and the next thing I know, I've slowed down. It's really sneaky of her.
It was kind of fun though and reminded me of some things I've learned that I kind of forget when I get excited, like not rushing and just going at the pace she wants me to. It's hard when it's cool and windy though. After a while, she took me out and rode me for a bit in the Flat Arena and we did a lot of the same stuff there. It was okay. She was happy with me.
Then a couple of days later I was bad all over again. She and Sparky's mom came out to ride and I was bouncy and excited and ready to go. It was hay time for one thing - even Spark was a little fussy - and it was cool and I just felt like running. They rode us to the Pony Arena but that place was scary! There was something going on past the fence but you couldn't see what because of the bushes. It sounded like some kind of animal and it was really spooky. Mom called it a Chicken and tried to get me to go in but I wouldn't. I'd get up to the gate and then twirl and bounce and try to run away. Spark did the same. Our moms talked nice to us and urged us in and petted us and tried being firm with us but it was no use. We were thoroughly spooked. They decided not to make us and that was a relief but then they rode us into the Little Rolling Arena.
Now normally I like that arena but that's because I'm usually on a lead and rolling. Under saddle, I don't like it. There's no real fence, and it has a funny shape, and it overlooks some suspicious looking places, and there are horses stabled right next to it and sometimes there are funny noises. That day I didn't like it at all. I was already jumpy from the Chicken incident so I went in there expecting the worst and sure enough, I'd just stepped into the second part of it when one of the horses on the edge banged on the fence and jumped backward with a clatter.
That was all I needed. I bounced sideways about a mile and twirled with full intentions of running out of there but Mom gently stopped me and tried to calm me down. I stayed but I wasn't real happy about it and she steered me around the arena, letting me go over toward that horse - probably to see that he wasn't dangerous but I wasn't buying it. That whole arena is dangerous, I'm fully convinced of it. Besides, I just know some kids are going to jump out of nowhere and try leaping on my back to do all that strange stuff they do in there. That Vaulting or whatever they call it.
Spark finally had enough and headed out and Mom asked me to follow him but I was confused by then and started balking and dancing and threatening to rear. The thing is, to leave that arena, you have to go away from our barn and I wanted to go toward our barn. Spark had already gone around the corner so he was headed back and I wanted to be with him and just sort of panicked about the whole thing. If I'd been thinking clearly, I would have known what we were doing but sometimes I don't think very clearly. So I threw a fit.
Mom finally got me out and turned and headed for home but by then I'd melted down to my last brain cell and was dancing sideways and trying to slip out from under her. She got fed up and got off and led me back and I knew I was in trouble. We did a bunch of lungeing once we got back and then she got on me and rode me around the Flat Arena for a bit just to let me know that when she says we're going for a ride, we're going for a ride. I was still kind of bouncy but lots better.
But all my bouncing got the better of me because today I woke up with a funny feeling in my leg. When Mom got here, she was telling me we were going to have a fun day and do some ground work and some riding but then she began grooming me and immediately noticed it. She started feeling it and running her hands along it and that was the end of any fun for us. She brought me to the wash stall and I had to stand there for about forever while she ran cold water on my leg. It's my back leg and she says it's swollen and that I might have a splint. She said the horse doctor is going to be at the farm tomorrow so she's going to ask him to look at it.
It doesn't really hurt much - just feels funny - and I'm not really lame on it either but she said it was all swollen which means it's fat and that's no good. So she put some medicine in my food to help it stop being that way but I don't like medicine so I threw my bucket out the window of my stall. She just put my halter on and led me out to eat all the spilled food and even though I tried to eat around the medicine part, it was all mixed in so I ended up with most of it. And now I feel kind of sleepy. Tomorrow I'll see my doctor. I like my doctor. He usually gives me cookies, after all.
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