Oh I could kick myself today!!! I am so mad at myself!!! I went out to the paddock with my mum who usually accompanies me as Sky needs lots of attention too and with mum brushing Sky it stops her muscling in on Fleur. Fleur and I have been going along wonderfully, she enjoys her brush, and as long as I don’t venture too far back she keeps still. She appeared happy with all the handling of her front legs and bingo I lifted up her foot and put it down again! Fleur received double treats!!! I was so chuffed!! BUT could I leave it there, finish on a great big high, no of course I couldn’t…..I wanted more!!! Immediately I grabbed a hoof pick because obviously if I can pick up one foot I can pick up two and hold them up long enough to give them a good clean!! That was my agenda anyway…..after all isn’t this what this journey is all about, picking up her feet? I become so focused on this goal that I stopped paying attention to Fleur, all I could see was her feet, not a horse just a hoof, I had totally stopped listening. Of course Fleur true to form made it quite clear she had had enough and I was not going to get anywhere near her feet again at least not at that moment. I have to admit I could feel the anger raising in me but still I persevered and the more I persevered the faster and more distant Fleur got, which only made me angrier!!! Couldn’t she just oblige just this once? I was so close yet so far. Thankfully mum had a lot more sense and pointed out the remarkable achievement we had made just by lifting her one foot and really I should call it a day at that. My ego didn’t want to of course but she was right and after a few minutes I was actually ashamed of myself for becoming so self- absorbed. It wasn’t about Fleur anymore it was all about me and how great was I going to feel because I had achieved the mini goal of lifting up her feet and picked them out!!! Thank goodness my mum was there because otherwise I would have sabotaged all the great work and trust that Fleur and I had achieved and build up so far. It made me actually stop and think how many times I had done this in the past; become so blinded by the end result that I actually destroyed what it was I was trying achieve ironically just as success was in sight.