I wasn't sure about riding Jackson today. He's been squirty in the bowels and sore in the jaw. We buy hay once a month. We don't have room to store more than that and it is so darned expensive here ($23 per square bale for orchard grass hay) that we get it in bits throughout the year. Jackson has a sensitive tummy so if the hay changes from month to month in terms of quality it takes him a few days to adjust. This batch was definitely different -- good, just different -- so he was doing the cow plop thing instead of nice and neat balls of green. Then he had his teeth done and, well, I'll save you the description. Let's just say I've been washing his tail and hind legs every day.
So, I debated riding. Sometimes, work improves his gut and he was looking at me over the pasture fence with a "lets go" look on his face so I tacked him up and off we went. He was awesome! He took the bit readily. He was very light, obedient and accepting of the contact. AND, he was balanced and happy happy happy. Me too. We did a lot of trot and canter work. I wanted it to be fun for him since he's had a crummy few days and it ended up being fun for both of us. I couldn't believe how little leg I needed in the canter. He wasn't falling in or out hardly at all. He was pretty darn straight. ....and, get this, my boot zipper stayed up!!! I think he must have been really uncomfortable in his mouth and that was translating to resistance and, somehow, his balance.