Ribbon earned |
On the first attempt at trotting four poles, 5' apart, Echo trots the first two, then neatly canters through the second two, without touching any of them. I say Good boy, great job going over them, but how about a little slower?
On the third or fourth attempt, he trots all four. It's a little rushy, it's flat, & he clipped the last two. I say GOOD BOY! You honestly looked for the right answer every time & you successfully trotted the trot poles! You're a winner!!
Long rein, we walk, we quit.
Session 2
Today, he starts out taking the poles hell-for-leather, grabbing the bit for a run because it's a pretty day & he feels good. I say I DIDN'T ASK FOR THAT, WHOA! Thank you. Now, about these poles, I just want you to trot softly.
We alternated with this similar exercise, apparently far more exciting |
The next attempt, he trots through on a soft contact & after the poles, when I sit up, he immediately hesitates for a breath to see if I want him to stop. He is still flat-ish through the poles & the rhythm speeds up a bit to allow him to keep his balance. I say GOOD BOY! Great job staying soft & listening, while trotting all the poles! You're a winner!
Long rein, we walk, we quit.
Session 3
He trots through the poles on the first try, but rushes quite a bit, clunking the last two pretty hard & bracing through his topline. However, he does stay in trot after the poles. I say Good job trotting! How about thinking relaxing thoughts.
The next approach, I do a half-halt through his body a few steps out, then think the most yoga-breathing, stretchy, lifting, slow thoughts I can think of. Ears focused on the puzzle like mini-homing beacons, Echo trots through a little slower, feeling a little less like he's rushing out from under me, with only a light toe-tap behind. I say Great job! Enjoy this mini-stretch break on loose rein for an excellent effort.
He quickly learned to love the stretchies |
Of course I winner |
Long rein, we walk, we quit.
That's where we are now. We don't have sproing, BUT we have:
- a rhythm that's about the same as our approach,
- trot with a soft contact,
- ability to transition down to walk or balanced halt afterwards, &
- we don't brace our back & sewing-machine our legs through puzzle as fast as possible.
- encouraged to try different solutions,
- rewarded with happy voice & rests, &
- given an end to demands...
Better. That is the brick upon which we must build our staircases to success.
Not Perfect. Perfect is a mirage, tempting us into quixotic quests, in the course of which we trample the blossomings of Better into oblivion. And like all mirages, we discover that the dogged & inflexible insistence upon what we THINK should happen only leads us in fruitless circles or worse, dead-ends, chasing something that doesn't even exist (wait, this metaphor is sounding suspiciously similar to dressage tests...but I digress).
Resist the temptation |
I figure at the very least, this will dissuade him from plotting my demise next time he sees me.
Everybody wins.
Ok, human, I let u live another day |