Love love love love

I love my horse.  For real.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I love her.  I'm happy to say that my rides on her have really been coming together.  This isn't to say that every ride has been perfect, because they haven't.  However, each time something went wrong we were able to positively work through it, and get back on track without fighting.  Even on her worst day I feel like we made good progress.

Last week I tacked her up in my jumping tack preparing for a fun and easy ride, but Rori had other plans.  We get outside and she is spooking at everything in sight on the flat and just not wanting to concentrate.  I learned awhile back that somedays it's easier to forget about it rather than fester on it so we warmed up quickly and went to jumping.   She turned out to be FANTASTIC to jump...that is jump everything but the "scary" roll top. We went to the roll top and she reared up, spun around and tried to take off....hellllll no.  This is what Rori used to do to me when I first got her, and I wasn't going to take a trip down that road again.   In order to not dig myself into a deeper hole, I got off and lunged her over the roll top instead.  She was nuts, but in the end she figured out for herself that it wasn't a huge deal and when I got back on she jumped right over it like nothing.  

Although I normally am one to say to just ride through it, I know Rori well enough that on days like that one I can't fight her.  It's funny because going off home property she will jump anything and everything, but as soon as something changes at home she becomes a complete wimp.  I guess if I had to choose I would pick this over the alternative though.  

I regress...she's been great, I'm really happy, and I think she is too.  Life is good.