We made our way haphazardly around the field. She had no idea what I wanted but she tried to give me the right answer. Our steering needs some work as she would turn much sharper than what I was looking for. We'd end up weaving back and forth as she'd take my cue to mean that she should turn sharply, then I'd turn her back the other way and she'd do the same thing. We did smooth it out and by the end we were doing some loose figure eights around a couple of trees. She never once acted startled, anxious, or otherwise bothered by the proceedings. I kept the session short and after a couple of laps around the field, the figure eights, and some walk/halt/walk transitions we called it a night. I look forward to continuing this with her and I'm so impressed by her fantastic brain.
While we were playing in the pasture, Emi's dad was at the Region 6 Championships winning the Grand Prix Freestyle with a 74.7% (his personal best). How cool is that!? My girl has great genes.