
I had an early Christmas gift, Roscoe cantered for me. And it was wonderful.
Today I was determined to ride and Mom was off too so we needed to take advantage of that. Luckily I was finally recovered from having to work at 430am on Black Friday. I could have gone my whole life without having that experience. But I guess it keeps me employed.
We decided against DaVinci and Winston since they have not had a trace clip yet. At 50 plus degrees it was too warm for them. That means the girls and the red boys. Well Dottie has not been informed it is past the time for being in season and has been teasing Roscoe. I did not want to ride him with her. So I said I would ride Roscoe first, then we could take the others out.
I went into the arena with the idea that we were cantering today. We walked around to see if mind was connected to body. Roscoe was aware of Dottie in the field above, but he was listening to me. I asked for trot and was happy with his energetic response. Without much fuss, I asked for canter. It required kissing, saying "canter" and a tap of the whip, but he did canter to the left. The gait was short lived due to the turn. That canter was so great and uphill.

We also changed his nose band to a figure 8 and put real reins on his bridle. He was quieter with his mouth wearing the figure 8 and I was happier with real reins. Plus he looks so cute.

