For the first four days of this five day ordeal, the horse was bad. He was a VERY BAD HORSE. There was refusing and rearing. And plenty of both. If you ride, you know that most problems in the ring stem from the rider. And some of theirs did, but most of them didn’t.
During one class, a trainer was sitting next to me in the stands. She did not know which rider I was watching – didn’t know me from Adam. Her students were gathered around her and she was telling them to watch the riders in the ring – their seat, their form etc. She wanted them to learn something and asked them to see if they could spot the winner.
One little girl piped up, “I like the paint horse”. The trainer lady ignored her and answered some of the others. They were shouting out their picks and the trainer was talking to them about what they said and saw. Spencer’s little fan was insistent and said again, “How about the paint horse? I really like that paint horse” The trainer could ignore her no longer and said with a sigh, “Honey, that horse is bad. That’s a bad horse.”
I don’t like going to these away shows when things are perfect, when the ribbons are blue and so are the skies. When it wasn’t scorching hot with high humidity, it was pouring rain. I brought a bike to ride and then went crazy eating since I was getting extra exercise. The bed at the hotel made my back ache and the carpet was questionable.
On the last day the two of them managed to pull things together – D#2 got tough and Spencer decided to listen. They ended up getting an 8th place (out of 40) in one class and putting in some good rides in the others.