I didn’t have a busy agenda tonight for my visit to the barn…but Tarma wasn’t hip to it at all. I had hoped to do another short bareback ride, but Tarma chose to take a nap instead of dealing with me and the mounting block. I’ve noticed that, like the trailer, it’s not her favorite thing. My best guess is she doesn’t like me above her, which for a previously feral horse, I totally understand. It is something we have to work through for me to ride, as the last time I mounted from the ground was not in the last handful of years. Even if I were flexible enough to do so, it’s better for their backs to mount from above than haul on their backs via the saddle.
Tonight was a bit hard for me, to accept her no and chose to work on something besides riding, to set a different “good enough” goal. I’m a rider and I want, so badly, to adventure with my horse, as a partnership. Her saying no and my acceptance of that I hope put us closer to the partnership, if not the riding piece. We have had good days together, riding around the farm on a loose rein, but we’re not quite ready for a public trail ride with friends… mainly cause she’s not a fan of the mounting block. Ah, what have I gotten myself into mare?
Tomorrow I’m hoping in the daylight and not around dinner time she’ll be willing enough to load up, as we’re scheduled for a clinic with Clay Wright. I’m eager to learn and see what he makes of us and figure out a few more skills to work on the Tarma puzzle.