I had to know, Was he really lame? Was he hurt? Was it a bad day? I put H out on the longe line , and stared. Short but even trot, Dare I ask for canter? I did, and he gave it. Left, and right. Dang.
Turn on forehand. Nothing. Clean. Turn on haunches. Clean. I stood a while and watched him. He was licking and chewing. Hmm...
Sent him back out on the circle. Still sound. Wtf . He was dead lame Saturday. I checked his feet. Clean and when I pushed with the hoof pick, no reaction. I stretched his front legs and he enjoyed it. I stretched back legs forward and back, more yawning and licking. Hmm...
Had I been more brave, I would have sat on him to feel. No saddle, suspect lameness, and I knew better. I quit him before anything else happened, not real sure wnat was going on.
Then, later in the day, I find out BO hasn't ridden above Training in YEARS. More, she hasn't been competing in a very long time. What did I do? I had her ride him?! I've lost it. Totally. I let peer pressure talk me into not only letting her ride, but I almost let her tell me *I* can't ride well enough to own Harley. What the heck was I thinking ...
I've nearly relaxed about it today, but I'm still ticked at myself. I didn't listen to my gut and stop when he was off. I didn't give him a scratch show, and find someone I trusted to check him out. I didn't consult anyone that has seen me ride consistently. I'm almost over feeling like I let him down.
Almost...
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