Post by SigOUrNeY on Jan 18, 2008 23:04:54 GMT -5
THE FIRST STEPS
”Whoa boy. Whoa big horse,” Melissa murmered in a monotone, drawn out voice. She continued her relaxed rambling to get Remi more settled down, and circled him whenever he got too fast. The ex-racer – who still thought he was a racehorse – was becoming uncharacteristically annoyed with the walking. He jerked at the bit and swatted his tail, telling Melissa it was time to run. But still, they walked around the ring, and Remi eventually let out a naughty buck.
Melissa quickly reprimanded him by making his halt and back up several steps. Remi threw up his head, but complied nonetheless. They continued their walk around the ring, and whenever Remi misbehaved badly, he would have to back up. At first Remi became even more irritated, but over time he realized he was getting nowhere, and heaved a heavy sigh before stretching in a lazy walk. Melissa patted the colt’s neck, and circled the thoroughbred around the ring once before she began guiding him through intricate patterns. They weaved across the arena, and circled, and turned back to retrace their steps. Melissa’s sudden commands kept Remi interested and on his toes, and though Melissa sometimes had to clarify her requests, the big colt was performing well.
”Good boy,” Melissa praised, and rubbed his thick neck. Remi seemed very pleased that his efforts had been noticed, but still acted like these exercises weren’t worth his time. What was walking compared to galloping?
”So you want something more challenging, huh?’ Melissa prodded, and then picked up the reins. She didn’t have to ask for a trot twice, and Remi burst into the two beat gait as though he was a standardbred. Melissa burst into laughter at his energy, and circled him to slow down the pace a couple notches. She kept a tight hold on the reins, but didn’t slow down the colt immediately. A racer didn’t become a dressage horse in a day, so she could deal a speedy rabbit for the moment.
Once again, they performed their dizzying patterns at the trot, and although their pace was slightly uneven, Remi seemed more entertained. But when his breathing sounded slightly labored, Melissa pulled him up, remembering his condition. Since the colt had a bad case of EIPH, she didn’t want it to get any worse by working him too hard. Looking at her watch, her eyebrows shot up when she realized they’d been working for an hour and a half.
’All right boy, that’s enough for today,” Melissa said with a pat, and pulled the colt up to a walk in the middle of the ring. Dismounting, she felt the muscles stretch in her calves, and scrunched up her nose. ”That’s going to hurt tomorrow,” She said, looking up at the big horse. ”You worked me hard today, boy-o.”
Yah, well, that was a rip-off for me, The thoroughbred retorted with a disgusted snort.
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