Cob Jockey

In the midst of yesterday's fabulous lesson, something strange happened.  Connor went from pushing from behind and giving me this lovely trot to feeling as if he was a neurological case all of a sudden.  It was like he was slogging through six inches of mud.

"What's going on down there?" I asked my trainer.  I thought he went lame all of a sudden.

"Well, he tried to drop a second ago, maybe he has to pee.  Stand there for a bit and see."

So I did.  And he didn't.  He was looking around at the kids riding bikes next to the arena.

So I put my leg on, and asked him to move off and trot.  Again, it was like a molasses monster was wrapped around his forelegs.  I stopped him.  She said, "Maybe he won't go with you on.  Hop off and see."

I hopped off, and sure enough, he almost immediately planted and peed.  And peed.  And kept going.  My trainer and I had a nice conversation while he peed.  Then we were wrapped it up, and he still kept going.

Then I got on and he was perkier and more forward than ever.

Geldings!

The end.