Why, take him to the local jump show. Of course.
Oh, I didn't know that you guys jumped.
I don't. And it was horribly obvious. I feel compelled to apologize to the instructors who have given me a hand full of lessons over fences. I did not represent you guys well. At all.
I mean, I didn't totally bomb... RC was the green horse champion. We came, we saw and we conquered the crossrail class. And I should have stopped there. I really should have, but at five dollars a class, I figured that I might as well put him in the 18"-2' class too.
|That's right. Green horse Champion right there.|
|Does this picture make our butts look big?|
And here is where I should have beaten myself with a rolled up news paper while shouting "Bad trainer! Bad!"
I know that I over faced RC. He's never jumped a solid obstacle and I haven't jumped in, oh, a year or so, and even then it was half-hearted just for fun kind of jumping. On London.
|One small step for man, one GIANT canter step for equine kind....|
We racked up refusals like they were going out of style until one refusal where I went right and RC went left. We parted company (And no pictures! I finally come off my horse - a potentially epic picture - and no pictures were taken! Come on!).
|If you look really closely, you can see the arena dirt on my boot. And thigh. And butt...|
|Left behind a little?|
Now I have a year to get Delight hopping over 2' fences... Never fear, I will not abandon my sand box. My first love will always be dressage, but I feel the need to redeem myself.
"Ride better" indeed.