Cob Jockey

What's Disco been up to?

Well. GROWING.

This was what he looked like on March 15:

Then I swear, as soon as the grass greened up in early April, he went from baby horse shaped to adult horse shaped overnight, fast enough that even those of us who see him every day noticed it:

May 5. Yes, he really does have that much hair on BOTH sides of his neck, lord help me

Excuse me, what, where did my baby go?!

May 14. PC: Lisa

He's not just filling out, though, he's also putting that energy into growing up. Taller, that is. Lisa came out to see him on May 14th, and we sticked him at 13.2hh! For reference, Connor was 13.3hh and change when I got him at age 5, and finished at 14.1hh or 143cm. Also, this means he's grown an entire hand since we last sticked him in January or February.

May 5

Disco is almost certainly going to finish over pony, which is not surprising since his dad is pushing 15hh. It's also perfectly fine for the breed - there's no upper limit for height on D's.

His first time seeing the top half of the door open in the spring. I opened his door two days earlier than the other horses just in case I came out one morning to find an escaped Disco in the barnyard, lol. He was good though.

Even with all that growing though, he has yet to go through a stage awkward enough that I wouldn't show him. He's gotten a touch butt high occasionally, but nothing wild.

May 14

It's been a wild ride watching his body grow and change since I brought him home just over six months ago!

I was sitting in the rocking chairs on my barn's porch with CGP last Saturday, drinking wine and listening to the steady drum of rain on the roof and thunder in the distance. She was staying at my house all weekend to coach people at a local show, and we had just started an in-person lesson, her first visit to my barn ever, when a tornadic thunderstorm blew through. So the only logical thing to do was to put Connor back in his stall, grab a glass of wine and enjoy the storm.

Same view, different day this week. It's storm season.

It was safe enough to restart the lesson, but it was obvious that neither of us wanted to break the spell of alcohol, conversation and relaxation that had fallen over us. I said, "You know, I think I'd rather just sit here and drink wine with you than do that lesson," and she said, "This is the most relaxing afternoon I've had in years, no kidding, and I was thinking the same thing. I never get to just sit and talk like this, and don't have a porch like this to watch storms from. This is amazing."

We watched the rain in silence for a while before I said, "I'm just not that motivated to train or show right now, and I'm really not fussed about it at all," I confessed. "Third doesn't come easily to either one of us, and I have [a lot going on in my personal life] to deal with. It's all I can do to ride a couple of times a week, and I'm okay with that, I'm not beating myself up over it."

Staring into the ravine on our property on a hack

She said, "You know, that's okay, I think that's very smart. There's nothing wrong with taking a step back and enjoying your horse. You're still learning and progressing, there's more to all of this than medals and scores."

She went on to talk about when she went through a similar period of time with her first GP horse, about times she's had to have tough conversations with students about putting the horse first when they were chasing a big show goal, about what it was like balancing horses and her previous non-horsey career. It was the deepest and most soul-baring conversation I've ever had with her, and it was incredible. It was validating and honest and mattered so much to hear that from her.

Bareback toodling is training, right?

And then the following Tuesday in my virtual lesson, she asked me to move him laterally in both directions at the canter, and HE GAVE ME AN EFFORTLESS CANTER HALF PASS, which I have never ridden before in my life. I actually stopped him and was like holy shit holy shit WHAT WAS THAT! I'm not sure any lateral work has ever felt that effortless, let alone a movement I've never ridden before.

It was all such a good reminder that there's nothing wrong with slowing down and listening to your horse, that slow is fast with horses, and that sometimes a good conversation over a glass of wine in the rain matters more than pushing forward with training for the sake of it.

Life is good.

No filter - the Midwest is just gorgeous sometimes