I had a gorgeous ride on Lizzie yesterday. She is the most puzzling, contrary mare that I have ever had. You can’t turn her out without her stressing and panicking, she’s terrified of other horses, her ground manners are a nightmare, and I can’t clean her stall with her in it because she threatens to bite and kick.
Take her into the arena, however, and she brightens – her neck arches, she starts flicking her toes out like a show pony, and she is an absolute dream to ride. She’s extremely forward, of course – but that is what I was looking for. She is brilliance, and power, and elegance; you just have to think about what you want and she flows into the movement.
I can’t begin to get inside her head. She’s happy in a very circumscribed, unnatural life. Most horses her age that have been in heavy training for years are getting a bit sour, especially if they have no time to just chill and be a horse. She seems to thrive on it. She wants to be in her stall, alone, or working in the ring.