To ride dressage is to dance with your horse, equal partners in the delicate and sometimes difficult work of creating harmony and beauty.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Dashing through the snow

Lance is going a little stir-crazy because we had to reduce the size of his paddock to protect him from playing with the stock tank de-icer. So this morning I led him out to the arena to run and play a bit.

Neither of us realized at first that Brian had left the gate into the pasture unlatched. Lance saw the opening first, and raced out.
I have too much experience with soft tissue injuries so I held my breath and hoped he didn't hurt himself. Thankfully he has a good recall (it helps that he's very food motivated), so before long he was back in the arena on safer footing.

Later in the day, I decided to get in a ride. We didn't do a lot, just some warm-up in the arena, a walk down to the end of the lane to get our mail, and then back to the arena for a bit of schooling. As always, it was good for my soul. :-)


Theresa said...

LOL, they always notice something like that don't they!? We had to redo a section of non-electrified fencing this fall because Dandy was sneaking under it, at 21 still playing the escape artist! I would see him in the back yard all of a sudden. I whistle when I have their grain or treats so they almost always come to get that treat....

Michelle said...

Maybe Dandy and Lance are related? ;-) Did you recognize that bridle? I think it's my favorite bridle of all time, and I realize now how fortuitous is was that if fits my big-headed boy perfectly. When I ordered his bling browbands, I learned he takes an unusually large 18" one!