Cob Jockey

Apparently Connor - or both of us - just needed to sleep on Thursday's lesson.

Software update killed my phone's camera.  Anyway, Connor's all "Ladies, please, I just needed some sleep."

I apologized to the trailer-in clinic riders who must have heard me yell "HOLY SHIT!" from across the road when I got the coolest canter transition ever by moving my inside hip forward a millimeter while in a "collected" (I know we're not to true collection yet) sitting trot.  Like, seriously, how did he feel that?!  I did it a few more times to make sure I wasn't dreaming.  I've never ridden a canter pirouette, but I felt like he could have stepped into one with a canter that put-together.  The first stride was almost in-place, and then he stepped off into a dreamy, lofty canter.

The trot transitions were more of the same.  He never rushed off a single time.  And I rode without stirrups again.  It was just shocking to get that good of a ride without my trainer.  I think we're on to something.

Enjoying the brief period of time in which his drylot isn't so dry.  Eat your heart out, pony.