You see, during Ryder's "crate" time, a lovely male Pit Bull got the Zoomies and accidentally banged into Ryder's crate, dislodging the pin that holds the door closed. Ryder being Ryder, came out like his ass was on fire and went after the hapless Pit. The hapless Pit reacted like he was under attack. It ended with Ryder running back into his crate. Thank the good Lord there was no damage to either dog. Mostly noise was produced. But very scary for me. (And I'm sure the other owner.)
This week there was no near deaths. Put a check in the WIN column.
Up early on Saturday, I hustled out to Drayton Valley. It was back to basics for the dogs on stock. I really want to fix some things I noticed during the November trials. This was the first time both dogs had been on stock in ages. And by ages I mean since the beginning of November.
It involved Ken speaking firmly with me and me running through the melty, sometimes icy and shifting snow. Can we say buns of steel? (Our weather has been freakishly warm this month! Melting!!) We began with Diva. And she worked and I worked. We worked some more.
I created this little video of her. Please let me know if you can't view.
I found it humorous. (Ok - so it works on my computer... maybe not yours??) Note Diva peeing as I walk to Ken and give him shit for still recording. That girl has got to go the moment she gets any exercise!
Ryder was his soft and sensitive little self.
I just love his expression on the sheep. Ken commented that he doesn't upset the sheep. They seem to like him. He also felt that Ryder showed more confidence on stock than he has in the past. I'm wondering if the break was good for him.
Because Ryder is terrified of the horses, Ken rode one of his colts while I worked Ryder. I was very impressed with how brave Ryder was. The filly was super cute too!
To bring the end to my weekend, today I had a jumping lesson. I think I have a perpetual smile on my face now. I really, really needed this time with the critters. Feeds my soul.
This is Frank. He's the lesson horse I jump on. He's old and a character. Probably one of the only "push" style rides I've ever had. (Hey - I grew up on Arabs - and mine required very little leg!)