Going, going, going---Gone!

That's what it felt like Sunday just before I landed face-first in the arena dirt. I should have known better--Beau was just looking for an excuse to run. I hadn't ridden him in a good 6 weeks--and the lovely spring weather--he was just too full of himself and forgot that he was supposed to "respect" me. All was well relatively speaking, except that my shin came down on one of those lovely concrete blocks that folks use to hold up the PVC pipes when they make dressage rings. I hung on around his neck until I saw a clear spot for my face. (ha ha). My instructor leaped on and he wouldn't give her the respect she deserved so they had a friendly roundpen discussion and my Beau had a very nice attitude adjustment. I just have to stay on top of it--mentally I know all this, and if I'd just treat my horses with the same attitude as my kids, it would be okay. Until next Friday......