So last night I took Siaga for a ride and worked on nothing but his being barn (yard) sour for an hour or so. We worked at it by resting as close as we could get to where he didn't want to go and if he moved then we trotted back the way we came so that he really had to work if he wanted to go back.
In all that heat, he was not pleased. So we were both dripping sweat when he finally decided... ok, maybe resting here in the shade by the mail box isn't a bad thing.
Yeah... the mail box. That's as far as we got. Gah.
On the plus, farrier is coming out to tidy up his hooves in a couple of days and next Friday Siaga is going with me to his first ever riding lesson. :D I can't wait.