Anyways, that played a large part in his behavior yesterday. He is so sensitive to my hand, and that bit did not do us any favors. He would try to carry himself, and then he'd pop his nose up. Poor boy :/ he's usually so willing.
Denna was having us do just an outside to outside crossrail line (we were riding with a couple of beginners because it was the last slot available) and I was thinking, "Ok, we got this. We've been doing 2'6, getting our changes. Piece of cake."
Uh, no. He ran out. Twice. At a crossrail. Denna said he was just being a jerk the first time, but the second time I was waiting for him to goof and so he kind of seized the opportunity. It was thrilling. On the other hand, it was a learning experience. Denna reinforced my suspicion that he likes a light seat in the canter (when he was running around like a maniac), and gave me a nice way to visualize the seat to hand connection when we half-halt: push your seat forward like a swing and contain with your hand. It's amazing what ideas you pick up when you teach for thirty years and hang out with George Morris.
Here are my pictures from yesterday:
HE'S BENDING! A MIRACLE!
Denna likes to make us do two-point until we nearly die, but look how happy he looks!
No stirrups is miserable. Good thing I have an arab pony to practice on.
Good boy!
And the HOLY CRAP canter.
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