Ay yi yi.
Pony has my number. I discovered this on Tuesday night after a lesson that left me in tears. Granted, I was tired, which is never a good thing when combined with stress.
I've been trying really hard to make Luke use himself lately and go on the bit - at least I think I have. My trainer told me Tuesday night that I was still letting him go around la di da with his head in the air, doing a giraffe impression. Ouch. Okay, so we need to improve. We're getting a mirror in the indoor soon - Yay! She also slammed me about my position which seemed to be worse than usual on Tuesday...apparently my horse and I have the same tendency to hollow out our backs....
So, we moved on to canter work - note that this was supposed to be a jumping lesson, because we've been drilling flatwork lately. We'd planned on warming up and doing just a few minutes of flatwork, and going straight to jumping. Good plan...until...
I could. not. get. the. right. lead. It wasn't there....zip. zilch. nada. I mean, sometimes it takes me a couple of tries...but Tuesday night? After 10 wrong leads in a row, there were tears in my eyes. I know that I don't always ask the best, but I also know that Luke knows better.
So my trainer hopped on to see if it was me or him. Much to my surprise, it was him. He was giving her as much crap as he gave me. She would set him up perfectly, and bam. He'd take OFF with his head in the air on the wrong lead. She wanted to get the lead 3 times in a row, and then move on to jumping as a reward for him. He was such a brat...he'd do it perfectly twice, and then the third time, he'd pull out a wrong lead- run away type thing. She got mad. Not abusive, but she raised her voice with him, and stopped him quickly when he'd start off on the wrong lead. A couple steps of backing and then a trot to canter transition. Hmm.....after he realized that she was raising her voice, and not letting him canter on the wrong lead, he was perfect. They did a small course, and then she passed him back to me.
We decided that I wouldn't even try to canter, I'd just trot the jumps and if he landed on the right lead, keep it. He landed on the right lead every single time. So we ended up cantering some little crossrails.
So I learned a very important lesson - hey, that's what I pay her for! I learned that I can't be as nice to him as I have been lately...there's a difference between being nice and letting him get away with murder. I'm not doing him any favors by letting him grow up to be a spoiled brat.
I rode last night and he was on his best behavior - We got the right lead four out of four times, and blew it on the fifth. After two wrong lead takeoffs, I growled at him, and BAM! Right lead...like magic!
Amazing.... :)