Ziggy has now been around for nearly four months, and with her teeth done and a sunny Saturday forecast, I thought I'd have another ride and see what she was REALLY like!
My friend came along to meet her for the first time and give me a hand for safety, as we were going to be working her in the big paddock where it was least slippery. She was also wise enough to bring me her body protector to wear - just in case!
We saddle "the tart" up, put on the silly pink boots inherited when I bought Matty back last year, and I got her going on the lunge. "Ohhh no, not this torture!" protested Ziggy, determined to spin the other way whenever I asked her to keep trotting and even daring to show us her beautiful belly at one stage...but persistence paid off and after correcting every turn back to the direction I had asked for, she suddenly gave up and lunged beautifully! She'd tested the waters, realised I was serious and not about to be outwitted by a silly racehorse, and decided to play by my rules.
I hopped on after lunging out any jellybeans and making sure she was settled, and started to walk her around. She was a bit confused at first and wanted to turn or walk backwards, so my friend led us around for a minute or two. I then eased away from her and did plenty of turning, small and large circles in walk before asking for a trot.
"Trot? What's that?" Ziggy wondered at first, before cottoning on to the idea. After a few transitions she was very light to the aid and trotting nicely, but wanted to stop and come back to walk as we neared the turn to come back down the hill. More persistence and patience with instant rewards if she trotted on, and we were soon doing lovely laps of trot in both directions - Ziggy even started offering a soft contact some of the time!
One thing I noticed very quickly is that once she got used to the idea of my long legs, she was actually far more comfortable and happy if I kept a constant, soft "cuddling" contact with the whole length of my legs and used a more definite squeeze or nudge to ask for more speed.
At one point she sucked in her breath, over-arched her neck and tensed up like she was threatening to buck...but a gentle persuading squeeze from my legs and she breathed out, trotted off and didn't threaten again!
We attempted a canter, and it happened effortlessly! No drama in the transition, reasonably balanced for a green horse, and a very easy downwards transition back to trot and then halt!
I left it on a good note there, as I was over the moon with her great behaviour and the potential she'd shown as a future riding horse. Not only is she smart and reasonably chilled out (so far anyway!), her trot is as smooth as silk and her canter is really quite balanced - exactly what crippled-back-me needs in a riding horse!!
Anyway, here are the photos with a few more to come in the next two posts - I am very pleased with how her condition is looking too. She almost looks like a real horse instead of an anorexic rescue case - hooray!! :)



