Oh dear me - thank heavens son couldnt be bothered to come down the field and video me lunging JJ as I asked - wanted to do something with the ned but knackered after a day gardening so couldnt be bothered with all the tacking up and stuff.
So....the lovely young man comes in all chilled and lazy in the heat...wont need any more than a headcollar on him will I cos he is such a good boy to lunge for his Mummy....ahem
Everything going tremendously well for first 10 minutes....started to get a bit stroppy cos of all the horse flies that descended on him once he started to perspire gently across his rippling muscles, long mane and tail blowing in the wind...such a picture of horsey bliss. Until...one of the pesky flies managed to latch on and give him a real nip, pretty certain from later inspection twas on his rather delicate manly bits!
In sheer terror of the only remaining portion of his bits that humans have allowed him to keep being bitten off altogether - he takes off. A proper take off, fast canter to start with, silly old biddy hanging on for grim death trying to run after him shouting obscenties like an old fish wife Managed about 50 yards until the canter turned rapidly into a bucking farting gallop. Thought this would be a good point to let go, could already feel the burns on my hands (no gloves, tut tut!)
So as he turned to leap out back into the yard, yours truly is heading in the opposite direction, dropped the lunge....and this is the funniest bit - the impulsion of dropping the taught lunge whilst running along after him flung me forward straight into the air Realised that I would be landing flat on my face at great speed so attempted to flap my arms up and down like a hairy old fairy to 'break' my momentum! Landed on my feet, flapped on for a further couple of yards with the old chicken wings going hell for leather and finally came to rest in a crumpled heap just a foot or so short of the electric fence!
I could hardly walk back out to the yard to check him for laughing, every bit of me ached but twas soooo funny, what a pity son didnt come and video it eh? Could have earned a couple of bob on You've been Framed!
Did take him back in and do another 5 minutes in case he decides that this is a very amusing way to end lunging lessons.
The worst part is - just spent £120 getting some (no longer available) Barricade sent over to help with the flys for them all - only did them from head to toe yesterday with it so that is obvioulsy a total waste of money isnt it?
So....the lovely young man comes in all chilled and lazy in the heat...wont need any more than a headcollar on him will I cos he is such a good boy to lunge for his Mummy....ahem
Everything going tremendously well for first 10 minutes....started to get a bit stroppy cos of all the horse flies that descended on him once he started to perspire gently across his rippling muscles, long mane and tail blowing in the wind...such a picture of horsey bliss. Until...one of the pesky flies managed to latch on and give him a real nip, pretty certain from later inspection twas on his rather delicate manly bits!
In sheer terror of the only remaining portion of his bits that humans have allowed him to keep being bitten off altogether - he takes off. A proper take off, fast canter to start with, silly old biddy hanging on for grim death trying to run after him shouting obscenties like an old fish wife Managed about 50 yards until the canter turned rapidly into a bucking farting gallop. Thought this would be a good point to let go, could already feel the burns on my hands (no gloves, tut tut!)
So as he turned to leap out back into the yard, yours truly is heading in the opposite direction, dropped the lunge....and this is the funniest bit - the impulsion of dropping the taught lunge whilst running along after him flung me forward straight into the air Realised that I would be landing flat on my face at great speed so attempted to flap my arms up and down like a hairy old fairy to 'break' my momentum! Landed on my feet, flapped on for a further couple of yards with the old chicken wings going hell for leather and finally came to rest in a crumpled heap just a foot or so short of the electric fence!
I could hardly walk back out to the yard to check him for laughing, every bit of me ached but twas soooo funny, what a pity son didnt come and video it eh? Could have earned a couple of bob on You've been Framed!
Did take him back in and do another 5 minutes in case he decides that this is a very amusing way to end lunging lessons.
The worst part is - just spent £120 getting some (no longer available) Barricade sent over to help with the flys for them all - only did them from head to toe yesterday with it so that is obvioulsy a total waste of money isnt it?