Happy Valentine's!

While concentrating with a big long lunge whip in one hand and the lazy leg ignoring chestnut rascal (who will run from a whip or buck if he doesn't want the rider to use a crop) clipped to a long lead called a lunge line held in the other hand, Jill corrected what a dad had piped up and said to his son:

"Actually do not grip with your knees, just let your legs hang there with gravity and let your body learn to go with the motion." Suddenly the student, holding the crop like a straight bar in front of him, with his reins in knot on the pony's neck in front of him, lost his look of terror and really suddenly got the trot rhythm balance and started having fun with it.

He made his teacher and dad laugh by doing this kooky barbell rhythm with his arms all up and down like a disco dancer, canoe rower out on the town or something. He was grinning from ear to ear and the devil pony thankfully, trotted on like a goooood boy... whoo hoo, what fun.

Wisk, who would NOT be caught for the barbell boy, was good for the next student and also seemed fine on the lunge for one of his regular girls later. She brought Jill a box of valentine's truffles. Ain't that sweet?