This kind of got to be a long post so I split the day into three posts. #sorrynotsorry
I’m going to preface this post by saying that I was not on my A game, at all, and Gus really saved my behind the entire day. Mostly. The whole start of this was that I thought we were going to be giving a ride to another girl at the barn who was going to be showing in the ameba class and so when on Friday I found out we weren’t, I was super excited to not have to leave as early. But I kind of took that to the extreme and left way later than I should to get there for my class. In fact, we arrived at the show grounds literally 15 minutes before I was supposed to be trotting down the center line. Ooh boy.
Thankfully the horse show fiancé extraordinaire ran to the office to get my paperwork so I could toss my tack on, change, and get going. I made it to the ring with about seven minutes to warm up on a literally green horse. At least the shavings were out of his tail! And those seven minutes of warm up were literally glorious. Gus was totally on his toes and ready to work.
Then we started the test. Our halt was pretty darn good but then it immediately fell apart and the rest of the test looked like this:
There were a few okay moments. And Gus did get both of his leads when asked so there is that. But I was cringing through the entire test.
“Oh, who are you? Are you taking pictures? Make sure you get all my naughty sides.”
I came out of that test absolutely pissed at the world. I mean, it was what I had originally expected when getting there so late but then our warm up had just been perfect. Gus had been connected, focused, and forward. Heaven forbid that carry over into the actual ring!
So I stormed back to the trailer, untacked Gus and grumbled quiet loudly that I don’t even know why I bother showing if that’s the horse I’m going to get in the ring. I was pretty positive that was a 50+ scoring ride.
Yeah… I needed a slap in the face.
But remember horse show fiancé extraordinaire? He gave me the verbal beat down and quickly asked me how this morning would have gone had we been here with Dandy instead of Gus. I wouldn’t even have been able to get on him, he reminded me. And Gus not only let me literally yank him off the trailer, he let me get on, trot down to the ring, and not even ten minutes later ride a perfectly adequate test. Plus, he’s green. This is his second show, what did I expect?
I hate it when he’s right.