'cause I read all about everyone's trials and tribulations, gloating, thinking about how awesome my baby TB is, because SHE would never be such a monster!
Well that changed.
I got to the barn the other day and was recruited to man a leadline pony on a trail ride. I figured I'd drag Baby TB along with me, to get out and about in the world for a change of scenery from the indoor. Now, mind you, she spent the entirety of her three year old year trail riding, and I would have felt comfortable putting an almost-beginner on her.
So I have Baby TB in one hand, and leadline trail pony in the other. Roads? No problem. Dirt bikes? Psh. Barking dogs? Who cares. Weird echoy concrete bridge? She just wanted to jump off it to go play in the water. (She LOVES water!) We even watched casually as our giant warmblood lead trail horse had a 10-minute melt down over a wooden gate, and then walked past it without even a sniff.
UNTIL we turned to go home and the wind was at our backs. Baby TB Lost. Her. Mind. I had to abandon leadline pony as she jigged/sidepassed/reared/bucked/panicked.
Why, you ask? Because the wind at her back was blowing her tail around her legs, and she Just. Couldn't. Handle. It. It blew her mind. All the other parties of the trail ride could see no other issues.
It wasn't even turning for home, because after the two minutes out in the field we reached a wooded area, the wind stopped, she sighed, gave a big giant dog shake, and resumed being a loose-leadroped dead-headed trail pony for the rest of the walk home.
Tiny girl on dead broke pony: "Don't you want her to be an eventer? How can she be afraid of wind?"
Me: "-sigh- That's the plan...."
She is turning five in two months. Everyone assures me that six is the magic age for TBs. I'm not sure I can make it.