Bee had her first clinic--aka four hours of fun!
It's a colt starting clinic and we work on whatever needs to be done. Saturday we lunged, worked in the round pen, practiced being tied, and drove from the ground.
I thought it would be good practice to have my granddaughters, who were there with me, work Bee, too.
She was very good with the girls.
By the end of the clinic, Bee was the most calm I've ever seen her. She also looked mentally tired and, strangely, at peace. She hadn't worked up a major sweat, but she had to think a lot. The ground driving, especially, was good for her. She got all wound up in the rope, but had to think to stop herself and not panic. She also had the rope around her legs and butt--thoroughly sacking herself out. But she worked through it all and decided to partner up.
Rebecca assessed the saddle and agreed that because of her short back, there will be some uncomfortable moments, however, she thinks it is good for her to get used to all kinds of feelings and things touching her. The more, the better. She didn't buck a bit changing gaits at the clinic. In fact, she made me look like a pro. I'd say, "walk" and she'd walk. I'd cluck, and she'd trot. Kiss, and she'd lope. She's extremely smart.
These clinics are going to be so good for her. Lots of exposure. New people. New horses. New places. Building confidence. Growing up.
The day after, you will be happy to know, she came right up to me in pasture to say hi--a sure sign she didn't have bad feelings from the day before. Success.
Here are some of my fave photos from our lovey-horsey weekend.
This one is classic. Cat is like 4 feet tall (or less) and she was riding Little Joe all over the place and getting him to do these big obstacles all by herself. Proud moment for me.
The girls and I choreographed some drill team moves and did patterns in the arena. It was quite fun.
And, our 15th Anniversary trip to Sandpoint, Idaho, where we were married and return every year.