Fancypants and I spent the rest of our ride dancing and gliding around trees and cacti, having the time of our lives, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face for the rest of the day. Why didn't you say something, Lyle? Why didn't you tell me I was being an idiot and blocking you from doing the very thing I was asking you to do? The very second I stopped doing it, I got Lyle's power steering back. Yesterday, I connected the dots and realized I was doing that same thing almost every time I asked for any turn. Maybe you saw it – that explosive glow over the state of New Mexico when the bazillion-watt bulb lit up over my head? At the clinic, Tom pointed out to me something I was doing with my inside leg on a particular maneuver that was getting in Lyle's way. That's not to say he won't walk out of the barn next time, but still, his total disappearance was quite unexpected.Ībout 20 minutes down the trail, something even more unexpected happened. I wasn't expecting overnight miracles.īut a funny thing happened yesterday on our first ride since coming home. Crankypants and I went to last weekend's horsemanship clinic, my primary goal was an attitude adjustment – to learn some things to help me bring out the best in Lyle and earn his cooperation.

Well hello mr.fancy pants