“Hey! Whatcha doing down there? That’s toooooo far down.”

I had finally won the “yes, ma’am” fight and gotten my horse to round but in seconds flat she had turned the tables on me. She was dropping her poll even lower and curling in behind the bit!

Not fair!

Of course my reaction was to lift my hands up. Bad! Logical but bad!

This only seemed to encourage her more. Like she really needed any more encouragement.

My instructor caught me out of the corner of her eye, “Don’t pull her up. Ride her up from behind.”

Right. Toothpaste!

I continued to trot around the arena chatting, “toothpaste, toothpaste.” Send her forward.

She got it quickly enough and started carrying herself. It was beautiful.