Jack-in-a-box

Thanks for the title Eileen!
Yep that's me-Jack-and I am in a box, well actually a trailer. I know the pictures are not the best, hard to see me through the mesh and rain.


I am all loaded up and ready to go to the clinic last Saturday. I had to ride in the very front of a three horse trailer, something about how much I weighed...who cares I had hay to eat. I was real proud of the DOR, she loaded me all by herself-she has claustrophobia and doesn't even like being in the trailer. Because she was being so good I rewarded her by not blowing any marbles. I was then joined in the trailer by one of the mares that I make goo-goo eyes at. WoooHooo, Valentines came early for Jack. It was a 2 hour pleasure cruise with this little red head, I know that all my pasture makes were jealous.

The clinic was fun for the DOR, I am just glad I survived it! I thought the DOR waved a vicious flag and had the biggest selection of "toys of torture" ever, well I was wrong. I get saddled up, worked on the ground a bit and then the clinician took over....
He lead me around from his horse. He waved a flag at me, well not just waved that man could have started a hurricane with the ferocity that he was waving that flag. I worked hard and kept my marbles to myself, but I worked up a sweat doing it. The clinician got done flagging all the horses and then we were turned loose. I thought we were safe, but no he followed us on his horse waving the flag. He made us lope. His claim was we were working on flying lead changes, I think he just likes scaring little spotted (and non spotted) ponies. He finally got bored and the DOR came and got me. I buried my head in her shoulder, "Please save me from that crazy man!" I am not sure the DOR had her mind in the game because the next thing I know the clinician collects me, "Let's have that buffalo chasin horse, he is straight from the Nez Pierce reservation." Okay that isn't so bad, at least he recognizes that I am special. He starts having me move in a circle and the he tosses the "dead man bag" over my saddle. Holy cow poop, it is a cross of the biggest grocery sack ever and a rattling tarp. Yep, you guessed it-the clinician thought I should move quietly in a circle while that thing move up and down at the side of me. Now I hadn't blown a single marble yet, but I couldn't keep it up any longer...I blew a whole year's worth of marbles. My only defence is so did every other horse. After he decided that I was done with the bag for this session I got a rest. Then we had to deal with moving through pressure on both sides and from above while our DOR's lead us around the circle.
The DOR and I then got to go for a short ride...now that was fun. She was so proud of me, she says I did very good. Easy for her to say, but then again she does worry about me getting too emotional. My reward for a good job was another delightful ride with the red headed mare...for that I will go to another clinic and play with the "dead man bag".
So that is the short version of my clinic last Saturday, in the end it was a bunch of fun.
Enjoy your day and don't forget to hug your DOR