Jill trailered off property with her coach and had a first time to let him gallop. It was amazing to let him go full out, trusting the path was safe of ground hog holes or roots and the border of the field he may go long enough to tire him out ha.
When they got back to their coach she said, "Well OF course, ON course, you will not need to go nearly that fast" But they could laugh together because it was great for Jill to go like that and then to be able to get control again. The gag snaffle was doing exactly what it should, "lI ove the new bit!"
They only jumped about 7 or 8 fences but it was still worth the trip just to get the smell of the place up his nose. Then, unfortuneately he was lame for a few days after being reshod. Jill had talk the owner into buying new stirrup leathers because they were just stretched unevenly by about two holes and she couldn't even them out no matter what she did and it was effecting their balance!
In the notebook Jill reported "i hate his dressage because he is so bouncy and also, he hates my dressage because i bounce around so much, Ha.
They were working together through a rotten circle, because his back wasn't strong enough yet to be round for very long, and so he would often hollow out and gets bouncier, which would make Jill bounce more and so on and so on and...
Jill jokingly predicted that maybe their loose rein walk across the diagonal will stun the judge with its beauty and the double counting of that movement would have an amazing impact on their score...
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During a practice ride the next morning, even though you're not supposed to, she jumped the three foot wall both directions on her own. The show was coming up, they needed confidence at that exact height and they needed to practice something else, because the only available "creepy" stadium fence was a purple and white wall, about 2'6"t
The only cross country trouble Jill could foresee was a small log with a fairly significant drop that one had to jump after running up and down a mound. It was quite steep for about four strides and then the drop. ACK.
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