Frustrating

My swollen sheath had improved somewhat this morning and Dad took me in the school at about ten. I was quite stiff and stuffy about going forward and Dad didn't push it too much at first until I settled down. We worked in straight lines and a largish circle on both reins with halt transitions. After a tentative and irritable start - when I kept wanting to take the rein down, stop and scratch my left leg - I concentrated and grew more obedient. We trotted on both reins and finished on a long rein after thirty five minutes or so. Dad was quite pleased with this effort after two weeks or so off.

I spent the rest of the day grazing and came in at four. Dad reapplied my Sudocrem and was disappointed when I started to kick myself quite hard again. He had so hoped I was breaking this harmful habit. Cobs can be a worry and very frustrating.