The week so far.
I was on holiday in Scotland last week so Luka was a field ornament with friends looking after him - a wild brumby was how the vet assistant friend described him by day 4
. This meant he wasn't ridden or even brought into the yard, everything was done in the field, though he had trained one non-horsey boyfriend to hold his buckets and give scratches
I was back Saturday night so went up Sunday morning. He was pleased to see me, whickering as he trotted to the gate, then snorting in horror at the headcollar. Which kind of set the tone. Had a graze in hand for 10 minutes then took him in. Well you'd be forgiven for thinking he'd never seen the yard before, and I was early enough that no-one else was around. Most of his breakfast went on the floor. He was in desperate need of a groom, but that wasn't going to happen either. Nearly tipped himself over when a car drove past the yard, by which point I was losing the will to live. Managed to pick out his feet. Decided to put my big girl pants on and tack up since people were starting to turn up and that was winding him up even more - it only took 15 minutes to get the saddle on, and the bridle went on as he was marching round the yard
. The very gung ho teenager asked if I was going to lunge before I got on, when I said no she threatened to get the YO! I did get a friend to stand at his head with some mints and strict orders not to touch him or raise a hand whatever he did. Left the yard at a trot, which isn't great going downhill on roads, and basically proceeded at varying degrees of trot for nearly all of short ride - short because I lack stamina and strength for those paces! I felt like having a Tshirt printed saying "It's not you, it's him. Sorry!" because of people's faces! At least when I got the sweaty foamy mess back to the yard - we were out 20 minutes tops - he settled down and ate some feed and hay.
Monday was still tricky to tack up but quite civilised to ride as long as you don't mind forwards. Actually got a compliment on his manners when he stood as an escaped dog ran round him - I wouldn't have liked the dog's chances on Sunday.
Tuesday he had off since I wanted to give him a good groom and trim his feathers. I think he doesn't get groomed much, but oh does that daily flick over make a difference. I haven't done the best job on his legs, but greasy feather plus fidgety cob isn't a combination my trimmers like. Oh well, the chibbled look will no doubt grow out quickly.
Yesterday I wised up, got everything out the car before I caught him and got his saddle on while he was eating breakfast. It confused him a bit, but once he realised saddle on didn't mean we were going straight away he settled down and ate some hay. Result! When we did go out he was a gem to ride, much more settled and coping well with a couple of things he'd have had every right to object to.
Today I didn't ride. Dad was taken into hospital last night and I didn't know if mum would need me to go back, plus I was stressed and that doesn't work well with Luka. So he got another groom, to his disgust, and a day off. Luckily I then heard that after some scans they'd managed to sort dad without surgery and he should be home now.
So that's us.