Sundays are lesson days. Tule and I have ours at 11:00 am. It snowed today, it never got over the freezing mark, but who cares? That's why Carharts are in business, right? So it's layers on top of more layers, and get on that horse missy.
Tule was funny today. He is so smart (of course) and he thinks when I get down, he's done. Well I had to get down to take my overalls off about ten minutes into lesson. He thought that meant he was done...attitude ensued. And I spent the remainer of the lesson exerting my authority. He really did not want to work today, and I had to insist, repeatedly. But my trainer said some wonderful things today...my balance and seat have improved noticeably, for one thing, and his topline is really coming up for another (a testament to our riding and conditioning program). At one point during trot he threw in a fairly big cowkick and I barely even noticed, just continued with the direction and the plan. Before, that would have scared me into at least thinking about stopping...this time, I literally said "Tule we're still working so get a move on" and he gave up on the shenanigans.
At the end of the hour, I decided to go ahead and see if I could get him in a canter, but I didn't tell my instructor that specifically...I just said we're going to go around again and see what happens. Well Tule knew what I was thinking and he broke into a beautiful canter and I started laughing so hard! I hadn't asked for it, you see, I was just thinking about it....and my reaction, the fact that it made me that happy, means he now probably thinks he's a Good Boy and should do that all the time. I may have created a monster!
It was just too darn cold to stick around, though, so I did some basic tack room tidying and got the heck out of dodge. I'm hoping that it warms up enough for a nice long trail ride with Rhonda on Tuesday.