By the time I get to the car, my legs are trembling from exhaustion.
I text Daisy:
Jane: U r totally feeling like riding the black stallion, rite? Gallop forever, wind in yr helmet….
Daisy: Um. What?
Jane: Shut up. I’m hypnotizing you: U feel a desperate need to gallop for hours on end…on big beautiful horse that runs like the wind. U want to be on horse that is super amped…you can’t wait to ride. If only you had access to a horse like this…
Jane: Is it working?
Daisy: Um. No.
Jane: Drat. Just got off H… 30 minutes. THIRTY MINUTES of dead gallop, and he wants more. Didn’t break a sweat. Not even puffing. I’m gonna fall off. Therefore, YOU feel like running like the wind….
Daisy: Um. No.
Jane: Bella is super sick. Alice is working OT. You’re the only other person who can ride what he’s got.
Daisy: LOL. Um. No.
Jane: Not now. Tomorrow? Next Tuesday? He’s stuffed feelings down during dressage. He’s loaded and ready to fire. Need to wear him out.
Daisy: You do not want Hudson to be super fit.
Jane: I know I know. We’d never touch down. I used 1,000 lb roping saddle to tire him out. Didn’t make any difference.
Daisy: Not. Riding. (No offense.)
Jane: Need to work on my hypnosis skills…
Not offended. Hudson and Daisy drive each other INSANE. She’s high energy, he’s high energy, somehow it all snowballs into crashing energy and clashing personalities.
Hudson’s had it up to the eyeballs with quiet walks and calm dressage work. I can feel it building in him. I need to channel that energy and release it into the wild.
I should contact Green Peace: I’m fairly certain he could power a small city.
When he gets enough run time, he comes back to earth, and walks like a normal horse.
When he doesn’t get enough run time, he amps himself into the stratosphere, and once he’s cantered/galloped, you can forget getting him to come down to a gait slower than a bombing trot.
Walking to cool out? Not gonna happen. He’ll jig, dance, try to break sideways into a trot/canter. I must admit, we had some decent Tranter work today. (He’s convinced he can sneak into a canter from a big trot and I won’t notice if they’re the same speed.)
He’s pretty much out of his mind when he represses too much desire to GO. He’s not being bad, not at all. This is because he was so good for too long without enough fun.
This is my plan: roping saddle and as much galloping as I can stand without falling off, for the next week. He’ll have to go through correct paces first. And end collected. But between, I need to let him be who he is for a while. Once he’s had enough of that, he won’t care about going from a gallop to a walk. Or doing a shoulder-in.
I feel like I have to open the valve or we’re going to develop a problem. Or six.
Well, there’s proof on the blog. He hacked into my computer. I have to keep the guy busy and content! A manifesto? Lord, save me. Breaking Barbie out of jail?
Hooves to dirt, here we come.