I had noted for some time that Remy’s saddle didn’t seem to
fit as well as when it was adjusted just a few months ago. Could it be that he
already needed another adjustment? Yes, Judy confirmed it wasn’t just “all in
my head” (as certain unnamed people will say when I fret over my horses
equipment, feed, you name it --). The saddle was coming up in the back and also sat
higher on the right than on the left.
As always, Luanne (the Schleese saddlefitter) to the rescue.
The timing was perfect as she had also found a used saddle that seemed to be good contender for both JP and Chambord. Unfortunately,
yesterday was yet another cold and blustery day with intermittent snow and ice rain to
boot. I was really worried about JP and Chambord hitting the slippery roads,
but luckily all went well.
Initial checks confirmed that Remy’s withers had risens several inches and he has also
gained in muscling; causing the saddle to pinch in front and not making
enough contact in the back. And so began Remy’s “Marathon test of
patience” First he had to stand still
for the various measurements, then he had to wait until the tree was adjusted,
followed by longing, then riding. I felt an
unevenness, so back to the grooming stall for Remy, Luanne did her thing, and
off we went again. During all that there was a lot going in the arena, lessons,
rides, JP and Chambord trying their saddle. I was so proud of my little guy, he
paid attention, didn’t lose (a lot) of focus and behaved really well.
Just at the final check (almost three hours into it) Remy told me in
no uncertain terms that he’s had it. He stomped his foot and refused to walk.
Well, kid, that’s the price you pay for growing: The equipment has to be
tailored so it fits and is comfy. He grumbled a bit but then decided I was
right – yeah, well, more likely he moved off because he heard the dinner
preparations. Quite frankly by that time I was desperate for chocolate myself.
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