I am helping Cathy out with the Frankie the BGY (was that his moniker? big gold yearling?) while she continues riding the Small Spotted Gelding. I will be doing groundwork with the BGY, none of that fancy schmancy riding stuff for me, no sir-ee. But the lack of riding in this case is because the BGY is a mere 15 months old.
And the size of a house. What's in the water where Cathy's horses come from? I swear the BGY has grown a hand in 2-3 months. In fact, that's my one-sentence review of tonight's training session: he is large, and his butt seems really close to me. It's already no fun to have him walk straight through me -- don't want to wait any longer to define that personal space bubble, that's for sure!
Just as Cathy has to remember that Cecil is a baby, I have to remember that Frankie is REALLY a baby. Actually he does a pretty good job of reminding me, since he has a case of juvenile ADOH (Attention Deficit... Oh, hi!). Seriously though, considering that he has been out in a pasture goofing off until TONIGHT (roughly 1/2 hour before his lesson began) and that there were horses with him in the arena, he really did very well. With practice he'll be a star!