Brief Progress Report
The barn is located near a firing range. Ro could care less about random gun shots at this point.
That barn camp that was going on? Ro is now unfazed by soccer nets, swimming pools, slip-n-slides, horseshoe pits, and newly-painted barrels.
She will walk over a wooden bride (of sorts) and practically fall asleep in the scary wash rack.
She stands quietly to have her legs wrapped and can work calmly in the arena alone, with horses she knows, or with horses she doesn’t know.
A dirt bike was running up and down the road yesterday, and after one spook she went right back to work on the lunge like it was nothing at all to worry about. In the dark—I’m not sure I’ve ever worked her in the dark before.
She’s learning to back up under saddle, lengthen or shorten her stride at the walk, and do turns on the forehand.
And she still thinks the port-a-potty will kill her, unless I walk between her and it.
I’m starting to wonder if she knows something about the port-a-potty that I don’t know.