I really wish I could have taken Archie. ..who is also not an Arabian, but dammit. The heart.
Saturday, we got to the facility - which was in a lady's back yard, literally - way too fucking early. The first ride time was at 8:30 and we were there at 7:15. My old fox hunter snorted at a lattice box and promptly started grazing.
To make a long story short, when it was my turn (9:15), we devoted forty-five minutes to Ox's left shoulder. I
I understand that "straight" is pretty fundamental in dressage, but I had all these lofty aspirations of working on our shoulder-in, developing the shoulder-out, and polishing the haunches-in/out that I've recently taught him. Like, the fun stuff. I wanted to skip to the fun stuff.
I could also tell that the lady didn't appreciate my sense of humor. Here's an example:
Her: When do you ask for the canter?
Me: When the outside hind is about to strike, but I can't feel that.
Her: Okay, so when do you ask for the canter.
Me: Whenever the fuck I want. (cue friends laughing)
Her: ....well, that's one way to do it.
(apparently, the correct way when you can't feel the butt is when the inside front is about to strike)
I also asked a lot of questions and questioned a lot of what she said. I feel like I'm paying a trainer for knowledge, so I'm going to make sure I understand everything. I think this led her to believe that I was a little dull, because she started asking, "Does that make sense?" after almost everything she said.
This all inspired me to do a little more googling and I came up with this amazing website, Center Line Scores. Anything that allows me to compare data just sets my little heart afire.
|Saturday's Trainer. Dated, but still a lot of accomplishments.|
|Koby Robson, from 2014.|
|Trainer who I rode with before I moved barns, a million years ago.|