I won't keep you in suspense. Scotch. 12 year old Scotch. The Queen of Darkness agreed to function as a carriage appointment last Friday in what ended up being our season opener. She showed up, booze in hand, and said "Here, have a snort". Being the obedient student, I did. I have sort of suspected that being half lit was the answer, the last dressage test I drove was enhanced by marshmellow flavored vodka and cranberry juice. Thanks Reba. . . but the scotch is da bomb!
While giving new meaning to "driving drunk" we managed to produce a soft and relaxed test and a carrer best score of 51 and change. Bryn's driveability remained the entire weekend - we planted ourselves firmly in third place. Stubbornly stayed put the entire weekend, including going into cones with three balls plus in hand.
Next time I am giving the scotch to the pony as well!