Lessons are ugly so competitions don’t have to be

I have been working my ASS off. Woody is so funny, everytime I think “There, I’ve got him figured out. If I keep down this path, steady eddy straight ahead, everything will be blue ribbons and big smiles.

Then I find out Woody wanted me to take that left we passed 2 miles back.

Liza came up for a lesson on Monday and Woody was a bit of a douche. I was feeling all competent after finding all of my fences well at Maryland, and then 

It had cooled off a good bit and Woody had (temporarily, lets hope), been rehired by Don’t Touch My Freaking Face, Incorporated, and taken back his position of Vice President in charge of Over-Reactions.

That horse can go fast without going forward unlike ANY animal I have ever encountered. So we ate some oxers, but then both of us finally got our shit together. I keep telling myself that lessons are ugly so competitions don’t have to be.

Our flat work has been STELLAR though! Who would have EVER thought that this horse:

would make dressage his bitch… Although looking at that I’m not sure who has come farther, Woody or me.

Olney Times aren’t up yet, but it’s supposed to be a beautiful day on Sunday!