On Saturday of that week, we were wondering what to do. I looked up the local calendar and to my surprise, the Despooking Clinic was happening again. (I wrote about it last year--Hell for Horses).
You may recall, I decided not to subject Cowboy to anymore of those clinics since, at his age, we've kind of got things down and I think it only makes him more insecure to tinker with the relationship.
But I did want to take my 11 year old grand-daughter again.
I decided to compromise by taking Cowboy, but only walking and riding along the outside of the arena with my grand-daughter, as she navigated the obstacles with the help of the volunteers.
I was the official photographer...with Cowboy in hand.
In between the ground work and riding sections, we took a trail ride.
It worked out pretty sweet for Cowboy. He was a happy camper having only been moderately exposed to the scary things. It did make it harder for Sophie and Penny though, since Cowboy and Penny kept calling back and forth to each other. On the other hand, they would have done that even if I had been participating.
After the clinic was over, we took another trail ride to get them relaxed. It was an absolutely fantastic day on horseback, and I've concluded that taking a horse to a clinic as a spectator is highly underrated!
(Last photo--you can see me observing on Cowboy.)