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I took Clover to our first dressage competition, well Clover's first ever (he hadn't done any schooling before I got him in January) and my first in at least 10 years. I was so nervous and the day started badly. He loaded in my friend's trailer really well, then as we moved off he went beserk. He tore one of his travel boots off, broke the metal loop that he was tied to and the noise of kicking was amazing. The woman who runs the yard (who I bought him from) then remebered that his previous owner had said that he hated travelling with a partition so we unloaded my friend's horse, removed the partion and put Clover back in and all was peaceful (some other people brought my friend's horse on in the lorry).
The next problem was that Clover has never been in an indoor school, so I was quite worried how he would react. He was seriously spooky, but the judge kindly gave me a bit of time to let him settle. I really enjoyed it, he didn't go fantastically, but then given he was petrified of the school and had had rather a traumatic start to the day I thought he was wonderful.
Anyway I enjoyed it so much I asked whether there was space in the next class as I wanted another go. There was so I had the test read to me. This one was outside so should have been better, but by then he'd recovered from the journey and was feeling seriously well. I was all I could do to keep him in the school and stop him spooking at every thing, I didn't manage to prevent thesprinkling of buck he thought would make a good addition to the test.
Then the results came out. We were 11th in the first class with 57% and 9th in the second class with 60%, both classes of 25 with some seriously good riders (as least one professional, a friend). I was so thrilled with him, especially when I discovered we got a lovely rosette for 9th.
The next problem was that Clover has never been in an indoor school, so I was quite worried how he would react. He was seriously spooky, but the judge kindly gave me a bit of time to let him settle. I really enjoyed it, he didn't go fantastically, but then given he was petrified of the school and had had rather a traumatic start to the day I thought he was wonderful.
Anyway I enjoyed it so much I asked whether there was space in the next class as I wanted another go. There was so I had the test read to me. This one was outside so should have been better, but by then he'd recovered from the journey and was feeling seriously well. I was all I could do to keep him in the school and stop him spooking at every thing, I didn't manage to prevent thesprinkling of buck he thought would make a good addition to the test.
Then the results came out. We were 11th in the first class with 57% and 9th in the second class with 60%, both classes of 25 with some seriously good riders (as least one professional, a friend). I was so thrilled with him, especially when I discovered we got a lovely rosette for 9th.
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