Well, it thrns out you just can't fight genetics.
Today I took C out for a quick jaunt on the jogging path. We are planning on the Trail Ride at the Bare Bones Ride in three weeks and I wanted to get in some jogging during our ride today.
C was well-behaved, he would totally walk out nicely on a loose rein. But when I would ask him for a nice relaxed trot he would take off like a Bat Outta Hell in this awful upside down pulling trot. Ugh. Pulling???
Where did that come from? He's usually quite light in the bridle.
I just kept stopping him, backing him, making him move laterally across the path and finally did a lot of walking on the last two miles back to the trailer.
When we got to the trailer I made him canter in big circles in the sand- he was still wound but managed to contain himself and build up quite a lather.
It was an odd, slightly disconcerting ride but I never felt out of control or anything. We had a few carrots, a good brushing and fresh fly spray before turning him back out with Mom and Brother.