There's a first time for everything, and Sunday I had an interesting first—the first time I've ever been excused for disobedience in the ring.
Poor Midgey. It was monsooning, and Morven Park's indoor is older and loud and leaky and creaky, so he was a bit up anyway. Then, not five minutes into our warm-up, another competitor comes flying into us sideways, her stallion bucking and kicking, and puts Midge in a corner. I spend the whole rest of our warm-up trying to get his confidence back, unsuccessfully, but he feels OK, so in we go.