It's pretty easy for me to forget just how cool my horse is. Yes, he has melt downs sometimes but most of the time? He's just the coolest pony.
He jumps, he dressages, he does western, and he'll do all three while carting around a very nervous rider. Since I took over his training and care, he's taught three different riders that jumping is supposed to be fun. He was the first cantering partner for two nervous adult ladies. This time I tossed on a new friend so she could try his western gear. I hopped on her adorable little white pony (and realized her child sized saddle really does not fit my middle aged posterior).
Theo showed her how a turn on the forehand works, how to back up nicely, and what a jog is like. She went from being terrified of the huge horse to jogging around comfortably and giggling. Compared to her short striding partner, Theo felt huge. Theo, being Theo, put his head down and jogged around like the old pro he is. When she struggled with dismounting from a western saddle, he stood like a statue and waited for her to figure it out.
The dichotomy with him is so striking. He can be so very naughty but I trust him so much when it comes to teaching. He knows his job and is perfectly happy to do it. His new friend gave him cookies and lots of pats so it was a good night in his eyes. Minimal work, maximal love.
I rocked around on the pony to try him out, he was a bit like a little sports car once I gave him a big poke with my western spurs on. The jeans were not at all comfy in the jump saddle and my calves will have interesting marks tomorrow but it was fun. I may need to kidnap the pony for a jumping ride in the future. Very jealous of his autoswap.
I offered my friend to put her in Theo's dressage tack and show her how to go sideways. She looked intrigued.
My horse is a treasure.
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