When Moe spooks at something, I get over it pretty quickly. When I rode Gabby or Stalker, another big tall horse at the barn, I couldn’t recover. The last time I rode Stalker, he stumbled about three times and each time I got more scared until I was in tears by the end of the lesson. After I was done riding Gabby over poles at the Jurgen clinic, I stood back in her stall and sobbed into her mane and into the arms of one of my barn mates, almost sick with fear as I was and also scared to show it.
I don’t want to live in a fool’s paradise about Moe’s height being safer, but at 14.1 (I think; that’s based on determining where his withers come up to on me, then going home and making a mark on the door frame and then measuring the mark) I just feel one heck of a lot better than I do riding 16.1.
So yesterday Moe spooked at a patch of light on the indoor ring floor. His spooking is generally all about stopping dead, but on Wednesday he was a little feistier, doing more of a horse-dance when he thought he something on the ground and then again when he reacted to another horse’s spook over Mysterious Noises. And it’s OK by me. Instead of running screaming for the exit, I’m glad because it might mean that he’s in fine fettle. And I recover very quickly from the sensation.