Heading out on the trail.
Last night, we went over to one of the flat fields where we work sometimes, so that we could actually trot some big circles and I could ask for "real" work. Problem is, certain Haffies have been off "real" work for going on three months now, and apparently they have no desire to be anything other than a trail-riding lawn ornament.
Look over there! It's a bird! No really, it's a bird. WTF.
Paddy: Trotting like a western pleasure Haffieeeee.
Me: A little more forward please.
Paddy: Too much effort. How about I hang my tongue out and put my nose on my chest? Nyaaaaaaa!
Me: (As giant glob of Haffie slobber from aforementioned tongue whapped me on the knee) FORWARD.
Me: *pony club kicks*
Paddy: FINE. IMA RACING HAFFIEEEE!
Giant culvert is not scary but that's the path home. Just FYI.
Normally we canter this stretch.
It's kind of funny how many evasions he can think up - he KNOWS what I want, but apparently coming up with the wrong answer is much more fun than doing it right. And his evasions are never dangerous, but they sure do keep me on my toes!