After our exciting weekend, I anticipated our Monday lesson would be eventful. I showed up to find a hurricane already brewing. There was a driving wind and rain outside. My lesson HAD to be indoors.
A new wall of mirrors was being installed in the indoor arena. But the installation was running over time. A brewski-fueled barn-raising party was in full swing. My instructor, beer in hand already, decided this was a PERFECT time to work over cavalletti.
Our route through the maze is shown in red:
Armani was good.
Really good actually. He was nervous but responsive. He worked excellently over the cavalletti.
"Look at Armani!" I exclaimed, "Good boy!", as we trotted over them.
"Yup! He looks really good today!" My instructor was dipping back into the beer stash. "Why do you think he's so good today - with all this going on", she waved around, "after being such a s#*! this weekend?"
I pondered a moment... "Because I gave him two sugar cubes before I got on?"
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