Dang, I forgot the coolest part of the lesson: We were in a halt getting some input from Teacher, and Pooka wasn't being as cooperative about squaring up as he might have been. I kept my seatbone on and he started turning on the forehand. Glanced at Teacher. "Keep on," she said. So we did a lovely turn on the forehand entirely off seatbone.
His first TOF. My first that wasn't a mess of over-aiding. Woot.
Feels like massaging his back with a seatbone, or as TL sometimes says, "Pressing the lactic acid out of the muscles." He does seem to like it.
And for our icon, here's the compressed neck in all its bunchy glory (combined with fabulous use of the back and hindquarters in a completely natural trot--he was trotting around me while
lynnesite wielded the camera).
His first TOF. My first that wasn't a mess of over-aiding. Woot.
Feels like massaging his back with a seatbone, or as TL sometimes says, "Pressing the lactic acid out of the muscles." He does seem to like it.
And for our icon, here's the compressed neck in all its bunchy glory (combined with fabulous use of the back and hindquarters in a completely natural trot--he was trotting around me while
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Date: 2006-11-27 01:39 am (UTC)