Yesterday we went to Trainer B’s for him to give P a little tune up ride (which I’ve made him promise to do before every HT), and the arena was set up pretty much the same as when we were there Friday, besides the flamingo/Liverpool jump now being a vertical instead of a cross-rail. After a much more in-depth warmup than I usually do, he pointed P at the same pallet jump he refused on Friday and P sailed over.
So far, so good.
In fact, I was super excited because P went over everything the first try, even the new-to-him flamingo jump (which looked terrifying to me).Then Trainer B says, “He’s a lot better than the last time I rode him.
And if there were any doubts before, it’s clear now that P can understand the English language.
That was an even rougher “NOPE” than he usually gives me and I was extra glad I wasn’t on his back. P has jumped that coop before (and didn’t have any refusals), but without the wavy plank on top, and so it did look a little intimidating. But still, stopping is just a no-go, and luckily, Trainer B is much better equipped to deal with that nonsense than I am.
The cool thing about Trainer B is that he doesn’t get rattled (either that or he hides it really well) and after P went over, he came around again like nothing had ever happened. He wasn’t all angry and whipping him (like some other trainers might), he just rode him positively towards it and that’s what P needed.
And then they put the line back together again.
I’ll be surprised if P ever stops again. If he’s smart, he won’t.
Then Trainer B did a few more things, and says, “Your turn.”
But I did. And instead of giving me a course, Trainer B just called out jumps. Probably so I wouldn’t get all freaked out about jumping the coop myself.
So he called it, said to get straight and gallop, and I did(ish), and though I’m pretty sure I closed my eyes, we survived.
And it was fun. Well, it was fun when it was over.
Hitting the road in T minus 8 hours!