Newt got over being mister perfect. After grooming and tacking up we walked to the arena in the Oak pasture. It is about 600 feet from the barn. He was perfectly OK with yesterday’s walk halfway to the arena but today he found uncertainty in the last half. We lunged when we got there and he thought I needed to see how he could kick way over my head if I had been on a tall horse while he was bucking just a little. When he acts up he puts his heart into it. I finally got him to walk one round and I thought it was a good time to quit. I walked him back to the barn and rode in the round pen. He was just plum tuckered out and didn’t put much into the ride. It’s simple, I just need to figure out how to channel his energy and effort in the right direction.
Magic had a good day. No limp.