We took E and Brother to a show Saturday to practice for the State 4-H show coming up in September. Brother started out looking really nice in the warm up but then the show started and things went downhill from there.
She didn't place in that class or the western pleasure go as you please which included several gaited horses flying past her. Then it got dark and the lights came on and Brother got even worse. Her next class was youth western pleasure which thankfully only had 2 other horses. She did manage 2nd even with having to lope. But then there was a 4 class break where she went and just trotted to try to calm him down. Still, nothing helped and when they took a break right before her class I sent her in the ring to lope him around. Unfortunately, he was just too wound up and was looking dangerous so I pulled E out and got on him myself. (I know, that makes a lot of sense. Take the young spry girl off and put the old stiff woman on. But I worry so what can I do?) Let me just say, he was a handful. I was trying to keep him in small circles so he wouldn't take off but the ring was filling up and the barrel racers were starting to warm up. Then Brother exploded! He took off bucking across the ring. I looked down and thought "I'm going down" but after seeing the ground and knowing how bad it would hurt I decided to try harder to stay on. It didn't help that someone started whooping and hollering at me "you go girl, get 'em WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOOOOP!" I finally got him stopped and by some miracle stayed on and managed to get him to keep cantering until he calmed down.
E is starting to really regret her decision to take Brother to state now. Hopefully we can get things worked out before then.