Once arriving at the arena, Randy halted suddenly, sending Lucky forward in the saddle a little bit.
"Randy, Randy, Randy ... when will you ever learn that this is good for you?" Lucky asked while applying leg pressure to his sides. Randy ignored the signals, and tried to drop his head to eat the grass around his hooves. For a moment, Lucky considered using spurs on the horse, but decided to give the gelding a couple more days to pull his act together.
Lucky gave a small kick to her horse's sides, and he stomped his foot, as if telling Lucky : I am staying here no matter what. Lucky sighed, and gave another kick to his sides, this one more firm than the previous one. Randy bolted off, but at least he was heading into the dressage arena. Lucky didn't even want to know what kind of score she would get with an entrance like the start of the Kentucky Derby.
Kentucky Derby ...
It pulled her into the story of Randy's old owners. They had been hoping to find the next Seattle Slew, the next Affirmed, the next Seabiscuit. So they went to a small farm in Texas, and picked up the spirited Randy, not even asking for his papers first. They weren?t very experienced with horses ... When they found out he was not purebred, and hence, not able to become the next Seattle Slew or the next Affirmed, they looked to sell him.
Before they could sell him, they used him to catch runaway racehorses. Once huge leap in the wrong direction for Randy's current training. He had galloped freely with a rider, and set his mind to catching the horse, and nothing else mattered. Randy had a one track mind. Now, whenever he was galloping with horses, it would take a very strong hand to pull him back in, and Lucky was training nonstop to build up arm muscle, hoping that someday she could teach Randy that he wouldn't be able to get away with that stuff.
That day was yet to come ...
Lucky pulled herself back to the present, and did a few simple exercises on Randy. Walks, trots, and canters in the extended, collected, and free forms. Circles, rein backs, and figure eights. After a few minutes, Lucky decided to trot Randy down the center, and do a false salute to some fake judges. With that Randy decided enough was enough, and galloped off towards the cross country course, leaving Lucky hugging his neck, trying to re grab the reins, and get her feet back into the stirrups. Although the sudden bolts would take time to correct, and they got annoying, they were improving Lucky's balance greatly, and Lucky had to smile about that, despite the situation.