Miss Blonde and I had a long, exhausting training session yesterday. It was the first time I’ve ever thrown a pony tantrum in response to frustration and exhaustion with training activities, rather than the more usual cases of obnoxious people, jostling or obscured vision. I suppose it is natural that a show pony would eventually discover activities that are difficult and of no interest to her, but must be done regardless. It’s a good thing, I think. I’m realising how important it is to be aware of the surface training is occurring on. Too smooth and I will slip, too uneven and I wind up wasting all my energy trying to balance.
There isn’t a language for the kind of [fun?] it is to play up to my Trainer and flirt for giggles and other rewards. Pony-happy is not the same as person-happy.
It was lovely training in the sunshine. I would like to do more of that. Kicking and scraping around in the leaves was good times, and it wasn’t all for the purpose of messing my shoes so they would need to be cleaned again! I suspect that long grass would also be fun.