Post by DJ on Feb 24, 2008 14:21:11 GMT -5
The pony ducked the fence and flung herself into that high-stepping trot she preformed oh-too-often. Hope tapped the mare with her crop on the rump and the pony's back legs flew out behind her, throwing a large buck. Hope became unseated, pulling herself up from the pony's neck and sat up, asking the pony for a canter, pulling her back under control.
Willow surged forward into a large canter, most people watching would have called a gallop, but the footfalls showed it was only a large canter. Hope sat back, not encouraging the pony's bratty behavior and half-halted her. She collected a bit, now what could be classified as a working canter, although still a bit fast.
"Stop it." Hope spoke softly the pony, trying to calm her. Willow's head elevated in front of her lofty neck, sprayed a greenish foam onto the equine's sticky chest, heated and sweaty from the worked up pony.
Hope settled into the short, bouncy pony stride and collected her reins a bit more, gaining a better control of the pony who started to lower her head, although it was still high for what it was supposed to look like.
Hope spun her around her leg and pointed her towards the fence again. The pony's head jolted up and her legs lifted and extended in front of her, speeding up. She reached the fence and flung herself over it missing a stride before the jump.
Hope, expecting Willow's reaction, threw her hands up the pony's neck and held on, being sure not to get left behind. She settled back down in the saddle after the landing, and kept ahold of the pony's thrashing head, trying to bolt.
Hope pulled the mare into a downward transition, not happy about sitting the enlarged trot and continued the pressure until Willow walked, putting her hands forward, rewarding the mare for her choice to walk.
"I think that's enough for the day." She moved her hand down Willow's damp neck, and loosened her reins allowing the mare her head, which she eagerly stretched to the ground and walked forward.
Hope thought as the Willow walked forward about how she'd need to work the pony in training at least 4 times a week, or more if she had time. With the show season coming up, the pony's owner wanted her ready for her daughter's first show of the season on April 27th. Hope doubted the pony would be ready by then, but didn't want to lose hope.
"Yeah right," Hope snorted. "Really personable and calm you are. 'She just needs a bit of a reminder'," Hope mocked the snobby owner's words.
Willow surged forward into a large canter, most people watching would have called a gallop, but the footfalls showed it was only a large canter. Hope sat back, not encouraging the pony's bratty behavior and half-halted her. She collected a bit, now what could be classified as a working canter, although still a bit fast.
"Stop it." Hope spoke softly the pony, trying to calm her. Willow's head elevated in front of her lofty neck, sprayed a greenish foam onto the equine's sticky chest, heated and sweaty from the worked up pony.
Hope settled into the short, bouncy pony stride and collected her reins a bit more, gaining a better control of the pony who started to lower her head, although it was still high for what it was supposed to look like.
Hope spun her around her leg and pointed her towards the fence again. The pony's head jolted up and her legs lifted and extended in front of her, speeding up. She reached the fence and flung herself over it missing a stride before the jump.
Hope, expecting Willow's reaction, threw her hands up the pony's neck and held on, being sure not to get left behind. She settled back down in the saddle after the landing, and kept ahold of the pony's thrashing head, trying to bolt.
Hope pulled the mare into a downward transition, not happy about sitting the enlarged trot and continued the pressure until Willow walked, putting her hands forward, rewarding the mare for her choice to walk.
"I think that's enough for the day." She moved her hand down Willow's damp neck, and loosened her reins allowing the mare her head, which she eagerly stretched to the ground and walked forward.
Hope thought as the Willow walked forward about how she'd need to work the pony in training at least 4 times a week, or more if she had time. With the show season coming up, the pony's owner wanted her ready for her daughter's first show of the season on April 27th. Hope doubted the pony would be ready by then, but didn't want to lose hope.
"Yeah right," Hope snorted. "Really personable and calm you are. 'She just needs a bit of a reminder'," Hope mocked the snobby owner's words.