Fender is just as big a loon on Day 2 as Day 1, but he has a little less fight in him, thank GOD. In the end, we're making some fantastic quick, energetic trot and canter on a circle, moving off my leg without kvetching, including some pretty steep-angled shoulder-in that would normally have had him tangled up behind, with or without his travel-induced excitement. At one point, I put my leg on, and Fender puts one ear back like he's thinking but doesn't answer right away, and Michael bursts out laughing.
"It's like there's a little Fender Angel on one shoulder and a little Fender Devil on the other, and he's debating which one to listen to."
He wisely listens to the Fender Angel, produces some super work, and loads up into the trailer with his sister (with much hollering) still not remotely tired. Swell.
4 p.m.: My acupuncturist and chiropractor both independently give me good news: The stretching regime I've been religiously following has left me in GREAT shape. I hardly need anything put back into place. This is a BIG DEAL: I see them both every two weeks like clockwork to keep me going, and a good report from them means I'm doing something really right. Hoorah!
And more medical good news: Molly's foot is not broken, merely bruised to high heaven. So she's going to be right as rain soon, as will Fender, who upon returning home immediately forgets about his love affair with Ella and returns to his normal self. Ella is being upgraded to Midgey's trot set level. I have a normal day of lessons Wednesday and Thursday, followed by a clinic I'm teaching Friday-Saturday, with a clinic with my wonderful friend and sports psychologist Jenny Susser happening at home Saturday-Sunday (thank goodness for my amazing team who's making THAT possible), and then a day of seeing sale horses with a client Monday, a normal day of lessons on Tuesday, and then we take 15 horses and riders to the BLM Finals, our last recognized show of the year.
So yeah, no big deal. Just another week at home.