Last Wednesday I rode Megan again. And again we just couldn't get forward. I clicked, I clucked, I kicked, I tapped, I entreated, I cajoled... finally I cracked my dressage whip across her ass. That got a reaction! A couple of huge bucks that nearly unseated me, but by golly a reaction.
Last night I went out after a 4-day hiatus from the barn due to a busy weekend schedule. She was a lunatic. Flailing herself backwards on the lunge; bucking like a fiend. I KNOW she needs to be worked more consistently, but it just really isn't in the cards in my life.
I'm thinking I should consider either a.) selling her and getting a broke horse that doesn't need as much attention or b.) sending her to a trainer for 6 months or so to get past these formative stages. The problem with A is that I love her and think she is a fantastic horse in the making. The problem with B is she could come back from the trainer still needing to be ridden on a very consistent basis (and ka-ching). I'm really quite down about this.
Tonight Margaret comes out to see the saddle I have on trial and ride her; we'll see how it goes and I'll get her opinion, too.
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