December 1st: Rode early so I could help my friend K move her horse to the barn we went to see. Libby started out super lazy, so we got her juices flowing with a little gallop around the ring. After that she was the right mixture of laziness and sensitive. We had a jump school, and like last time, we were really working on the forward horse show stride, of which I’m getting used to little by little. We were doing great, getting 95% of our distances, flowing to each jump, it felt good. We were doing so well that my trainer put the jumps up, and raised some oxers for us. Libby felt awesome, and at one point over the out of the line, which was put up to an oxer, accidentally hit herself in the face with her hoof…. Holy SCOPE! It was a really awesome lesson to say the least.
Her old barn owner went totally nuts on her when she found out shed been looking at other facilities, and my friend wanted to get her horse out to safety. Thankfully the new barn owners were very nice about it, and even had advice for K. I think I jumped the gun a little bit about the whole moving to a new farm. I honestly don’t think I would want to trade up instruction quality for people at the barn, but time will tell if it wears on me anymore then it already has.
December 2nd: Got out to the barn with C and we found out the groom had been late and they were just getting fed. And since Libby eats her food so painfully slow, we got on a round of other horses first. I got a little tiny pony, of course because I’m the only one out of my trainer and C that will actually fit ponies anymore. Anyways, got on and we putzed around on them. I jumped a couple stuff with the pony, who was such a good boy, and watched my trainer school one of the really nice hunters we have there.
After getting all untacked and putting those horses away, we all got on our normal horses. Libby was really stiff, probably from being in heat. We flatted really quick and started popping over fences. I had a small jump school, since we had schooled her quite a bit over fences and she was so good. My friend C was having trouble though. Her normal horse was testing her, and was stopping when it was a bit of a chip. They schooled that out of him quickly though. As she was taking a break and I was getting ready to pop over a couple, I was just saying how the only time Libby had really ever stopped was when she started pooping and we lost momentum to the jump. Well I jinxed myself. We went to the out of the line, and for whatever reason I couldn’t see anything but a chip. We chocolate chipped it, not too bad, but bad enough in Libby opinion, and then went on to our blue, of which the only distance I could see was yet again the chip. And Libby said no mom, find a better distance! She stopped, I gave her a good kick to let her know, you still have to go over it, even if it isn’t the BEST distance, and we went on without issue. Silly horses.
When I have everyone out at the barn, it makes me wonder why I thought to move in the first place. I know that I want a barn family, and more input in my mares care, but I don’t want to sacrifice the most important thing in my opinion, the quality of instruction. Like I said before though, come season if she doesn’t have time for me, I might rethink it, but for now, I’m just going to stay put. Plus if I decide I do want to move, my friend K would be at that new barn for a little while and could tell me how she likes it after being there and taking lessons.