Well I was still rather peeved about yesterday's behaviour so I went to catch Charlot.
Of course, he held his grudge for ages and was hopeless, running away telling everyone how vile I had been. Eventually, he let me catch him when I rounded my shoulders, avoided eye contact and kept him off his food and told him that I wasn't going to give up.
Charlot allowed himself to be led away to the school where I lunged him a bit and with the help of some horsey biccies, he found that life was not that difficult really.
We picked up his feet, did some nice lungeing where he cantered around listening to my every command fairly well. As he was in a speedy mood, we decided to put up a jump for him. We started with a pole on the ground and he trotted over that, jumping it and then the jump went up!
The first attempt was not brilliant but he soon got the hang and getting his timing and distance right. A few poles went down but this did not deter Charlot.
We lunged one of the Icelandics (Haakon) over the jump too and Charlot happily followed him around. After a few attempts, Charlot was going round at liberty on his own, popping over the jump from every direction, enjoying himself enormously.
Perhaps he is a jumping pony. I think we should saddle him up soon!
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