Go Megan, Go Megan

Really, GO Megan.

Somehow we lost our forward button last night. Anbody seen it laying around? Megan was back in an agreeable mindset last night so after a few low key twirls on the lunge line, up I went.

We were back to the curling of the neck and putting her chin in chest. I just kept nudging and tapping her forward. She really doesn't seem to like her new bridle set up with the flash. I may need to look into another type of cavesson, but I really think she's just bothered by the flash and needs to get used to it. The flash attachment buckles around her muzzle under the bit and is to keep her from opening her mouth and evading the bit and possibly getting her tongue over the bit. She's very busy in her mouth, so of course she doesn't particularly like the flash. It also itches like crazy as she sweats under it. That's my princess and the pea girl for you.

Anyway when she wasn't fretting about the flash and an imaginary fly, she was actually really good. She walked and trotted quietly and was cooperative on riding some figures to get her bending and turning. Sometimes the turning was more wishful thinking than not, but mostly it was good.

The only unique development of the evening were halts that she decided were a permanent condition. You want me to halt? Okay. Well let's stand here for awhile, or perhaps forever. I really had to give her an aggressive whomp to the ribs a couple of times to get her moving again. I also used the dressage whip pretty sharply to reinforce a lighter leg aid. She was unfazed by all of the above. This is a problem I can deal with and it certainly isn't a scary problem so no worries; it's all good. We're nectar!