My lessons with Flossie, a roan Standardbred mare |
FLOSSIE'S 51ST LESSON It was only in the lower fifties this morning when I went out to ride Flossie. I was covered in four layers from a thin T-shirt to a heavy hooded winter coat and only ended up peeling down to two layers by the time I had mounted and was ready to ride. Flossie was an absolute dream. She did everything I asked of her promptly (as always) and expertly! She is learning so fast all-of-a-sudden that it?s getting hard to keep up with her. I?m going to have to start introducing new skills such as side passing soon. She?s even getting straighter across the paddock when I have her going from one tree to another. Her transitions are getting prompter as well; coming down to a walk from a canter, for example. Since she didn?t have a lesson last week, I had decided to cool Flossie out a bit sooner than usual; I didn?t want to push it, but she wouldn?t have it. She picked up a trot on her own, smoothly transformed it into a canter, and rounded the track at a nice and steady gait as if she were riding herself. I was impressed. We would have cantered all the way around the track if there hadn?t been a soft muddy spot on the ground nearest the road. (After my ride when I walked Flossie in hand to cool down, I had to traipse through that spot and was surprised to find it wasn?t as muddy as it had looked. Flossie would have been able to canter there after all. She was so willing today; too, I wish I had known beforehand). Des has a new bay gelding. I asked him if he purchased him at the sales but he said no some fellow trailered him up from down south. He?s a nice horse. I spent some time with him after my ride and was impressed with his curiosity and his friendliness. Sooty is getting fat. He?s still as lovable as ever, though, and every time I go to see Flossie I look for him. He purrs up a storm when I cuddle him. |