Last week I drove to Ken's. I was bone deep tired but didn't want to "waste" any of my time. My back has been screaming at me as I work at getting back into shape. Some nights I've resorted to taking some dope so I can sleep through it. I know it'll pass but right now it's an ugly situation. I wanted to work the dogs with him. I was up at 6:30 and at the farm by 7:15. I hitched and loaded the trailer with Marm. Who for whatever reason I keep trying to call Bacardi. Go figure. We drove the 2 hours to Ken's.
It was raining. Crabby, I put on my rain clothes and spent the next 4 hours working dogs on sheep. Diva is making wonderful progress. Ryder, not so much. We broke for lunch.
I will admit to being pissed off at the world. I really, really, really wanted to ride and it was raining. And then God smiled. The clouds broke and the sun began to shine. Ken and I spent the next 4 hours doing horse stuff. I saddled up and rode Marm. Ken watched and made idle comments on things he thought would help her.
And then the fun began. I got off and Ken hopped on. He started up his flag and introduced it to her. I wasn't surprised to see her bulge her shoulder out and push through the stops. But then she got it. He'd relax into the saddle and she'd start to roll over her hocks, flowing with the flag. Her head carriage improved. She rounded her body and began to "sweep" the turns, legs crossing over cleanly. She began to look at the flag. Watching to see what it would do. In short, she looked like a cutting horse on a flag. I was STOKED! This was a stunning development. I never thought she'd be able to move cleanly like that. Immediately I began to reevaluate my plans for this horse. She's 15 so who knows what level she'll be able to work towards, but come spring (I want the winter to leg her up.) I think I may get Jason to dump a month into her. This gives me a horse with some training on a cow that I might be able to go ranch cut on. Time will reveal her secrets.