We're guessing Penny needs to have her hocks done. That would explain a great deal of her behavior.
The Taskmaster and I had a serious conversation about my future with Penny last night and she thinks I should just stop trying to event her. She's such a difficult ride and hates dressage so much. I'd keep going with Pony Toes, but I have Bean to compete instead and she would never dream of throwing the shit at me that Penny does. I actually have hope of winning with Bean, when winning with Penny would only happen if everyone had crazy jump penalties.
My plan before the weekend was that I was going to take Penny and Bean to Coconino. At this point, I'm just going to take Bean. I think I'm going to try to hook up with one of the hunter/jumper trainers for Penny. They do have 2'6" show jumping.
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
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