First of all, I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who left encouraging comments on my show posts. Since I primarily train Winston on my own, I feel like all my followers are my "barn." Axel is a tough judge, but he was very fair in his comments and marks. I feel encouraged and enthusiastic about my dressage journey with Winston.
I have homework between now and the next show. I need to get Winston's canter consistently forward and responsive. He needs to carry himself at canter and I need to stop swinging my upper body. I'm working far too hard. I also need to get very firm with the Winster on his manners. He is good about respecting my space because I consistently enforce it but he still tries to head butt people. He did it to Brett at the show and the buckle on his bridle caught the back of Brett's hand slicing it open. I always tell him "no" but I can tell I need to really get after him when he does it; make him back up; make his life not so happy. Gayle commented that he did it to her (or tried) and he can't be thinking he's in charge. I have to keep his "appy-tude" in check.
Last night we got home well after dark so Brett just left the trailer hitched to the truck and parked in front of the barn. It was bitter cold when we got back up our mountain. The minute Brett stopped the truck Winston started up kicking and carrying on. let me out!! I put him in his stall and then went back to the trailer to get his blanket. When I came back into the barn, he was in his turn out touching noses with Tuffy through the pipe corral... and he doesn't even like Tuffy. Once his blanket was on, I opened the turnout and Winston gleefully trotted out to join the herd. Brett and I hightailed it back to the house -- which was freezing cold.
Brett was up at 5am this morning for work. With him gone, the temperature in the bed dropped drastically. I put a hoodie on and pulled the covers up, sleeping another hour. The cold windy weather followed us home from the desert. It has been in the teens at night for the past four nights and highs are not getting out of the 30s. We turned off the water in the barn before we left so the pipes wouldn't burst. The water is still off because nothing is thawing. After feeding and picking up manure, I worked on the water situation. I filled a watering can with hot water from the house and used it to thaw the water in the chicken pen. Then I broke the ice on all the water troughs and buckets, topping them off with water I hauled in a bucket from the house. I thought of Lori Skoog hauling water out to her barn every day in the winter to soften the beet pulp for her horses. My hat is off to her and all of you who live in cold winter climates. It takes forever.
As luck would have it, Brett had to deal with an arrest at the end of his shift so he will be home late from work. That meant I got to do ice patrol along with feeding again tonight since I managed to get home from work before dark. The weather is supposed to warm up this week, hitting 60 by the weekend. I'm so ready!