At lunch yesterday I schlepped to the craft store and picked up some new fake flowers for my jumps. The jumper ring next week will be shared by some regional equitation finals classes so I expect some flowery huntery jumps. We don't have that stuff normally in the jumper ring so I don't want Poppy to be surprised.
I just hacked the mare even though it was sunny, it is still just awfully wet. She was grouchy and fussy having been off since Sunday so I also didn't feel like fighting her to the jumps. She cantered alot of poles, lots of halting and backing up, and working until she listened. I think she will be fine today.
Then I lunged Luxxx expecting to hop on afterward. As I was lunging him the neighbors across the street started target practice with their cannon. Baby was EXPLODING. I mean like auditioning for the Lipizan stallion show.
They never stopped shooting until it was dark so I never got him calmed down enough to get on. It is days like this that I am ready to put my shit up for sale, move to a quiet neighborhood, and board within city limits where shooting is not allowed. I am also considering buying a bull horn and standing under their tree stand and blowing it every few minutes.