Last Friday after work, I did something I haven't done since December.
I pulled Sid out of his stall and began the arduous task of grooming. He hasn't really been touched since last summer, so the horse was a despicable mess. His bridle path was overgrown, his coat was layer upon layer of dust and his behavior resembled that of a saddle bronc over the well trained horse that he is. I clipped his bridle path back down, trimmed his whiskers, groomed, groomed and groomed some more and by the time I was headed out to the arena, he looked...well, a smidge better. The grooming had the dust that was embedded into his coat setting on the top...he looked tan, not bay...but, it was a start.
Fortunately, I made the decision to longe the horse before hopping on. Actually, J is the one who mentioned that perhaps he could use a turn or two at the end of a longe line, because when I gently tugged his cinch up a notch, he hollowed his back and goose rumped...hmmmm.
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As I was leading Sid into the outdoor arena, he jigged and jogged, it was plain to see that the horse was anxious to get moving. As I turned him out to the end of the lunge line, Sid plunged into his best bucking bronco routine. He humped his back, dug his hind feet in and buck, buck, bucked! I was able to put a firm stop to his nonsense and he settled right down, after a while, into the respectable horse I know him to be.
We had a nice ride, all in all. I didn't push him and we did no cantering as he's quite out of shape. I look forward to spending more time with him this summer...maybe J and I can get him sold...he really is a nice boy!