Recently I took Dingo to a cross country lesson with Ebony Tucker at Windsor Park.
It's a wonderful day, slightly overcast, with a cool-ish breeze. Perfect for cross country schooling. We head out to the back paddock where the cross country course is, and I start an extensive monologue on where we are at, how we got there, where we are heading.
The first thing I notice about Ebony is that she listens. She is genuinely interested in what I think my problems are, and she takes my goals seriously. Then she gets me to do some trot and canter to warm up. Before I have the chance to complete one circle Ebony has linked what I said, with what is happening on the ground, and pulls me up.
"Ok, he tends to rush. Every time he rushes off like that, I want you to make a downward transition of some sort", she instructs. I go off in trot on my circle again, keeping what she said in mind. "Ok, he rushed off there, make a transition!", calls out Ebony. Ooops. I suddenly realise that I am quite unaware when my pony rushes off. I only notice it when he has rushed off for perhaps the fourth time in a row, and suddenly we're in canter. Big "Aha" moment.
So we work on not allowing Dingo to rush off, and lo and behold, in about five minutes, we have him working beautifully on a nice relaxed contact and an even tempo.
We do this in both trot and canter, then ask the pony to go over a tiny log. The rushing returns with a vengence. We work with half halts in the approach to the log and succeed in the jump becoming nice and relaxed. Then we move onto a bigger jump - like a picnic table made out of logs. You guessed it, more rushing.
Here, Ebony takes a stance about two strides away from the jump, and says "I want you to approach in trot, then stop here." The first try is a total failure. We stop right at the jump! This is so not what I wanted. Ebony remains calm. "Don't let him turn away. Just stand there. Back him up. Now trot on and jump it." Gulp. I follow the instructions, and Dingo jumps. Phew! We do this a few times, a fair few times, and it becomes quite good, although not perfect.
Then we move onto water, banks, other logs, you name it. At every jump Ebony stresses the importance of Dingo not rushing. She gets me to do things at walk, then at trot, then at canter. She stresses the importance of me not getting ahead, not getting anxious. As we do the exercises, my confidence grows, I relax, Dingo slows down, it all starts to flow. Dingo becomes a totally maneuverable pony, and I am having an absolute ball. Oh this is what it should feel like!
I depart a very happy camper, and can't wait to come back again. I guess spending money on rugs and other sundry items will just have to wait!
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