No good, very bad day.

Sorry for the long absense. I've been real busy lately.
Anyways, took Gypsy to the vet this morning to be ultrasounded for prego check. Would have been day 29 or so. And the vet found Gypsy to be very much so NOT pregnant. Awesome. There goes money down the drain. So then we took the horses trail riding. I thought Gypsy might do somewhat decent, what with her training of late. Ok no. She was terrible. World's worst trail riding horse. She pranced the entire way, save for the time or two I let her canter, and the time she galloped up a hill. But walk? Oh no! No walking. Just prancing. There was one very shining wonderful moment where she was walking miraculously on a loose rein and it was fabulous! But then it was gone. And she more than made up for her good moment by being a retard the rest of the ride. And she was so anxious and hyper and freaked that she sweat herself into a foamy, dirty, disgusting mess. Oh great.
And here I was thinking that I could take her to the trail trials tomorrow. Yeah no. Not a chance. She would kill me. And if not, she would just pick a fight and we would get into a huge big argument and the trail trial would be so completely not fun. I have the urge to write less than nice words here, but I am attempting to resist.
Everytime I think I'm getting somewhere with that horse, she goes and shows me that she will never be great at anything- or at least not good enough. Sure, she is walking and trotting totally beautifully in my arena at home now! Oh just gorgeous! But try and do that if I take her somewhere else? Yeah right! So there goes any shows. Try and take her out and enjoy a nice quiet trail ride? You gotta be kidding! I get so frustrated with her, I feel like I'm never getting anywhere with her. I kind of wish that Sam had been the younger one, and Gypsy older. Then I could take Sam to the trials, and have a great time. Sam was awesome, he was calm and chill and fairly responsive. You could enjoy riding on Sam. With Gypsy sometimes, it's like I can't remember when I ever thought riding was ever enjoyable and fun. Every day is training and every new thing I try with her is a battle. I mean, she really is a great horse. She is beautiful, and can move beautifully and is so athletic. When she does it right, it is awesome. The problem is the amount of time she DOES do it right is so small. The previous training she had was just so bad and full of holes, that she just can't get past it. It is so hard to undo what she learned, and try and teach her the right thing. If she had been trained correctly when she was first learning and was still young, god she would have been great! She could have been the cutest little hunter jumper. But nope, she is too wrapped up in her own silly head.
Ah whatever. End rant. Turns out I am going to borrow Merlin the amazing Gypsy Vanner from my friend and I am going to ride him in the trial tomorrow. I love that horse, he is awesome. Not sure how he will do with all the trail obstacles, but he is calm and controllable and at least I will have fun. So I am at least glad for that.