We're working now on keeping him from curling under and contorting his neck. Want to know what the fix is? Of course...it's forward! I swear one of these days I'm going to get a tattoo of that word. Horse is crooked? Forward! Horse feels a little off? Forward! Behind the bit? Forward! Everything must start with forward. You would think I would know this by now. Really, I'm starting to wonder if I have a learning disability with forward. It's almost embarrassing.
In other news, we went back down the driveway and down the trail with Licorice's best buddy, Fallon. Fallon is a young thoroughbred who hadn't been worked in a few days, so he was very up and dancy. His rider, Katie is fantastic though. She rides and rehabilitates race horses so nothing phases her. And Licorice, though a little high headed a few times, just moseyed along.
Barking dogs running at us from the yard? Licorice turned and looked but kept walking. Man with wheelbarrow behind a tree? Licorice looked a little harder and was a little tense, but kept walking.
I chattered the entire time, hoping that would keep me breathing. This was only my second time on this trail and I'm hoping that I can get out to do it often enough that eventually it will be (drumroll, please) fun!