We survived! Yesterday Mr Hobson and I took our equine son to his first-ever dressage schooling show. It was the second show outing of his career, the first having been to a little local gymkhana at which we did slow-motion barrels and pole bending. Hobson is a 4-yo TB (not quite OT - he had some race training but never got to the track).
I think he really had a ball. He SCREAMED constantly the entire day, from the moment we arrived on the property, until we pulled out of the driveway later in the afternoon. Hobson is a highly social beast, and I think he considered every horse he saw was to be his new best friend. And of course, a polite horse MUST say an enthusiastic hello to EVERYONE.
I was very, very happy with our tests (both the walk-trot intro level tests). We scored in the mid and upper 50’s - good enough for a third and a fourth, and just great for a first show. Hobson did not feel threatened in the least by the little white fence or the judges stand, and did his best to charm the judge. Actually, she gave me some very nice encouraging remarks, to the effect that she was surprised and impressed at how well he pulled himself together for the first test, given the fart-n-dart and squealing she witnessed as we warmed up. She said he had lovely gaits, a great deal of talent and potential, and a correct start - once Hobson is able to relax at a show, she thought his scores would improve quite a bit.
As for me, I don’t yet qualify as a DQ - my I was filthy within minutes of changing into my white breeches. I also was liberally flecked with green horse spittle as a result of Hobson’s frequent head tossing, as he expressed his frustration at not being able to play with all his friends. And nobody told me that I should break in my new full-seat breeches! This is my first pair ever, and boy did they get in the way! I could hardly bend my legs, what with the stiff seat patches sort of immobilizing everything. It really interfered with my otherwise IMPECCABLE position.
So, without any further ado, here is our picture gallery…
First picture, a posting trot. And yes, I KNOW I need to get my shoulders back, but darn it, they just won’t listen. In this one, I think the tail really adds a certain special something to the topline.