|Chihuly exhibit at Denver's botanical gardens. I am so out of horse pictures|
Generally, Fawkes and I get along pretty well. I think our biggest flaw is that we are too similar. We are both irritable types and Fawkes is definitely an over thinker as well. We are pretty good at freaking each other out. One of us spooks at something and the other follows suit.
The best way I have found to summarize our relationship is my 90/10 explanation. Which is that in 90% of the ways that count, Fawkes and I are an excellent pair. We fit together well physically, we make a good team, we usually communicate effectively, etc. But the 10%....man, that 10% kills us. I wish Fawkes would cover for me a little more over fences, and well, I would guess Fawkes feels the same way about me. We don't have the best trust in each other. I don't fully trust him to go over a fence and he clearly doesn't trust me enough to just jump the things I point him at.
|Pretty flowers too|
Clearly it is hard for me to be objective, but I don't think there is anything super flawed with him as a horse and I know I am not an awful rider. So why do we struggle to make consistent progress? It has been almost three years. While we have jumped up to 3'3" and done well at our few shows, it can always so easily come apart. And then it takes a long time to get back to where we were.
Sometimes it stops being fun and I lose motivation. Having trail rides taken away this summer due to the VS outbreak hasn't helped. Riding can become just another chore. I feel so unfaithful to my teenage self who would have done absolutely anything to have more chances to ride when I feel like I *have* to go ride Fawkes. Another obligation. I occasionally get asked why I don't sell him if I still have doubts, and that is certainly a possibility I have considered.
|Blue flamingo glass? Awesome|