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The third day out, I went later in the afternoon. I had plans to do a little Christmas shopping so I was surprised when I was able to even get to the barn. This day was my favorite day I called to Jean-Luc in the field. The herd was adjacent to the barn and past a small swampy area. I’m not afraid of a little mud and I don’t mind crossing the swampy, mini creek, buuuuuut if Jean-Luc is five feet closer, on the other side it’s nice. I called to him the same way I had been for the past month and knew HE KNEW what to do. He started pacing back and for at the mini creek like he wanted to cross. “Yes!” I yelled back. “Yes, you can do it!” I then reasoned with Jean-Luc saying, “Look, man, either one of us is going to have to come across that swamp-mud or both. Let’s make one, dude?” Much to my surprise, he leaps like a cat tossed out of a building, with all four feet in the air. It was not graceful, but it was high. Sprung out like a stuck pig, his front hooves cleared the mud, but his end absolutely did NOT make it. Jean-Luc and I did the same groundwork we’d done the previous day and I could tell he was really getting it. Though I really wanted to try things under saddle, I felt day three should really solidify the things we’ve done thus far.
The fourth day in a row Jean-Luc was truly nailing our groundwork. I was feeling pretty good, and proud of the bond we’ve created. I tossed his saddle, one I’m really starting to love/break-in, and his new…wildly patriotic pad on him. With not a single soul around I lined Jean-Luc up at the fence and asked him to step right with a leg yield. At first, he did nothing. Then, I gave him small nudges with my heel. Before I knew it he was stepping both front and back legs over top each other. I wanted to shout, “Look! Look! Did you see that!?” But alas, it was just the two of us. However, after soaking in the smile, I simply enjoyed a feeling of pure joy and elation. We’d done it. Jean-Luc side passed under saddle for the first time since we’ve been together. We practiced, facing the fence, up and down at least three or four times on both sides. Then I un-tacked and tossed him back into the field. Unlike most days, he stood with me for a few moments, as if to say, “Thanks, Lady Who Feeds Me that was fun!” Tonight, the weather was beautiful, and I was stuck in a Continuing Education Class required by my new job. Adulting - sometimes it likes to poo poo on the things we would rather be doing, but alas, I can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds. #BoldlyGO!
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AuthorMy name is Chelsey. HorseGenerator's Cuevo Gold, or as he's known around this barn, "Jean-Luc Ponycard", was foaled in 2004 from Generator's Hurricane & Cheyenne's Little Bit. Top 10 Blog Favs.Archives
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