Calypso's second day at the barn and she survived. Last night I heard the rolls of thunder and felt it through the ground, of course all I saw was the worst case scenario with my mare. I had wondered if she was still outside, or if she was brought in. The way the place is set up, she was probably left outside (pretty much out 24/7 excepting hail, freezing rain, freak storms, excessive heat, etc.). Nervous wreck= yours truly.
However, we arrived to a vibrant sorrel mare pacing the edge of the fence, recognising the sound of our car (don't you love it when the animals do that?). I was dropped off, and made my way up to her temporary field. Sizing it up, I almost wish she would just stay there. She isn't bothered by being in the pasture alone, especially with two horses as her pasture neighbours. By the time I'd brought her down, my mom had already left. I decided it was time to pamper her with some girl bonding, thus she had to be tied. Well, she had none of it. The clip rope was about a foot, which in her mind was WAY too short and there for a monstrous thing. At first she paniced and struggled, but eventually I was able to get her sane enough to give to the pressure just long enough for me to release her. I suppose the problem with that set up was not enough give in the rope. I could have left her to freak out, but then again I don't want to be the one paying for the damages when my mare rips out part of the wall via ragged out tie and clip.... Throughout the ordeal, I left her longer blue lead rope on (I always do this in case she escapes), and opted to just quick release tie her to a near by ring with that. Of course she was much more comfortable with an additional 6 or 7 foot of rope. Only twice did she end up too far and being pulled back by the rope, and both times she calmly gave to pressure and stood there while I gathered up grooming equipment from my tack. I started off sunscreening her little nose, picked her feet, then did the three step grooming (curry, hard brush, soft brush). I am glad the trimmer is coming out tomorrow, her feet need it- hind especially. After careful examination, I noticed she had some abnormal growth under her tail bellow her (for lack of better term) butt hole region. Warts, the looked like. Of course I jump to the worst case scenario: MY MARE HAS GENITAL WARTS, OMG STD HORSE. Yeah, reality check. ^^; I'm a nervous, irrational mommy. So, without anyone to ask about it, I just followed my subconscious, which in that case indicated my best solution was the cover it with something. I considered Swat, but for some reason that wasn't acceptable. Even I don't know how my mind works. <.<; (run, it's a crazy girl!) So I opted for the sunscreen. I took it and rubbed it on all the spots I felt immediately needed it, and decided to ignore it until later from there. Poor gal, what a sport though. THEN BEGAN THE PRETTIFICATIONS. I adore that long, blonde mane and tail of hers, but she was getting knots again. I brushed them all out of her mane to my best ability, and she tolerated it. I stopped before I got to the forelock- I was having one of my spontanious moments. It occured to me that soon I would be saddle shopping, so I needed to reaffirm that she could handle the saddle and pad. The rope had plenty length, so if she paniced she wouldn't panic-panic. I grabbed one of my saddle pads and walked out to her just as normal. She side stepped a bit and I changed my direction from her back to her face, allowing her to sniff it. A little trooper, she took a sniff and deamed it safe, in which case I tossed it on her a few times to make sure, and then left her with the pad on for a bit. Didn't phase her. I did not feel like taking down the saddle (a bum, I is) though, so that is for another day. She was fine the last time I put it on her though, no spooking, and in fact I left her with just the saddle and pad tied with a quick release while I watched from a reasonable distance (I used no girth because the saddle was not built to fit her and I did not want that kind of pressure on her back, the mere weight and presence was enough). When that was done and over with, I untied her and let her have a bit more freedom around the barn while I finished up her forelock, then I gathered a book, a brush for her tail, and my water and lead her back up to her pasture where I could read contently under the convenient and beautiful tree (which had a perfectly sized stump to sit on) while she grazed. It was when I set my water bottle down that I realised I needed to check her hydration level. She was not a sweating mess, nor was she particularly wanting for food (how could she, in a HAY field for heaven's sake!). Still, I pinched her neck and the skin took a second too long to revert to normal. The time called to test our herd relationship again.
"You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. "-saying
True, but PB inspiration says tht you can show a horse and lead him to drink. I brought her over to the water, and lowered her head while swirling the water gently with my own fingers. I've done this twice before, once with a water bucket after a particularly long session in the indoor arena at the previous barn(success) again with the stream in her pasture (she wouldn't drink that time, lol). She followed my lead and drank, and drank, and drank some more. Poor camel mare. =3 All was well though, and when we both felt it was enough, I turned away and left her to her own devices, considering whether to bring her down.
She didn't have to be in, but the other horses were in and I wanted her to get aquainted to them and her new stall. As I walked down, a red truck pulled in and I thought it was the BO coming to give me back my purse (lol, left it in the truck of the hauler, who the BO was having dinner with and was gracious enough to pick up for me). This is why I need to remeber my glasses. It wasn't her red truck, but a very similar truck of a slightly darker hue that belonged to a boarder couple. I waved to them, left the paddock without my mare, and greeted them all the same. I remembered them from yesterday and they seemed quite nice, so I decided a chat getting to know my fellow boarders was in order. =)
The husband, who shall henceforth be called Jhub was tacking up his horse, Maverick, an adorable bay TWH gelding while the wife, who shall be refered to as Mwife unless otherwise noted, chatted and observed. I found out that she and Jhub had an ongoing jab with each other about whose horse was taller, I found it cute. =3 Mwife owns another gorgeous walker named Bucephulus (aka "Ceph") who is, you guessed it, black. Personally, I've never seen the two side by side long enough to pay attention, but I'm curious now. xD
Soon after, the BO swung by with my purse and I went up to grab Calypso for exposure. Jhub was still grooming Mav, getting ready for their trail ride, and Mwife casually, but firmly told him to move Mav's hind quarters over so I could pass, which he did with no protest. We walked by with no scuffle, and all the boys inside started flirting. I lead Calypso to her stall and stopped so see if she'd go in, but of course not, had to have me walk in first to show her how it's done. ;P So Mwife and I chatted some more as Calypso explored her stall, trying to find a way out. She's a total pasture baby now. I checked the time when Jhub started to leave, and grabbed Calypso to turn out. Jhub and Mav were a fair distance ahead, but they stopped and turned around to watch Calypso be turned out. She's a doll, that one. I turn her out, clucked to her after turning her to face me, and she spun around and galloped up to the comfort shade of the tree and the water. Mav and Jhub watched for a bit, then turned and flatwalked away. Calypso had no interest in anyone, and didn't even look up, let alone run after them, which makes me think she's content to having horses in sight, but not necessarily as company. Which is fine, so long as she's happy.
My mom arrived soon after to pick me up for my appointment. We did stay a BIIIT longer to chat with Mwife some more (she's a nice person, what can I say? xD), and then we had to go.
To be continued, this post ended up longer than I expected, and after all that, it wasn't even 11 AM!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Premature Day of Rest
For the horses, of course not me. I spent my time in reletive hell. But anywho.
Calypso and all the other horses were kept in because it was raining. I want Calypso out even if it rains, but no one else wants their horses out in the rain because it is icky so she'd have to be ALONEZ. They've got sheds to use when they feel like it, but I guess some people are just silly that way....
So, I take her out there myself and turn her out. First thing she does is stick to me like a shadow, up until I walk into the largest shed. Then she ditches me, runs around the larger section of the pasture like a mad woman, and then starts her deep throated indignant ay-rab neigh. xD OMG WHERE ARE YOUZ??? I eventually closed the gate to the adjoining smaller paddock because she was fenceline trailing and it being muddy and all, I didn't want to risk anything. As soon as I did that, she settled down quite a bit. I walked the pasture, and over the bridge and she followed quite docile, and then I even had her settled and eating grass. Eventually, I wondered away slowly and when she didn't follow, I left. When she noticed I was on the other side of the fence and quite far away, she started that deep neigh again, but on three or so times before she stopped and settled in again.
I went out for 20-30 minutes for pizza, and returned to find that she was comfortable enough to have rolled, and eat some more. Of course as soon as she saw me she started trailing the fence, and then ran over to meet me. xD
I did bring her back in closer to the barn though, and had her in the indoor arena so she could be with Onyx. The two of them are hilarious, right? So, Onyx, despite his navicular, likes to jump. So he spent his time, of his own will mind you, jumping, and Calypso would loyaly and blindly follow him. I suspect she is responsible for a large number of knocked over jumps. xD They weren't that high though, so I wasn't concerned. I even confirmed it by standing next to Onyx, then walking off and over a cross rail. He followed me of his own accord, went right over the jump (just one foot at a time, mind you) and Calypso did the same. xD
Anywho, there was a tornado watch so the BO wanted me to put Calypso in the barn because it would apparently be safer because it was sort of like a basement. I question that logic, given the windows and parts being considered up hill, but..whatever. I hope all is well!
Calypso and all the other horses were kept in because it was raining. I want Calypso out even if it rains, but no one else wants their horses out in the rain because it is icky so she'd have to be ALONEZ. They've got sheds to use when they feel like it, but I guess some people are just silly that way....
So, I take her out there myself and turn her out. First thing she does is stick to me like a shadow, up until I walk into the largest shed. Then she ditches me, runs around the larger section of the pasture like a mad woman, and then starts her deep throated indignant ay-rab neigh. xD OMG WHERE ARE YOUZ??? I eventually closed the gate to the adjoining smaller paddock because she was fenceline trailing and it being muddy and all, I didn't want to risk anything. As soon as I did that, she settled down quite a bit. I walked the pasture, and over the bridge and she followed quite docile, and then I even had her settled and eating grass. Eventually, I wondered away slowly and when she didn't follow, I left. When she noticed I was on the other side of the fence and quite far away, she started that deep neigh again, but on three or so times before she stopped and settled in again.
I went out for 20-30 minutes for pizza, and returned to find that she was comfortable enough to have rolled, and eat some more. Of course as soon as she saw me she started trailing the fence, and then ran over to meet me. xD
I did bring her back in closer to the barn though, and had her in the indoor arena so she could be with Onyx. The two of them are hilarious, right? So, Onyx, despite his navicular, likes to jump. So he spent his time, of his own will mind you, jumping, and Calypso would loyaly and blindly follow him. I suspect she is responsible for a large number of knocked over jumps. xD They weren't that high though, so I wasn't concerned. I even confirmed it by standing next to Onyx, then walking off and over a cross rail. He followed me of his own accord, went right over the jump (just one foot at a time, mind you) and Calypso did the same. xD
Anywho, there was a tornado watch so the BO wanted me to put Calypso in the barn because it would apparently be safer because it was sort of like a basement. I question that logic, given the windows and parts being considered up hill, but..whatever. I hope all is well!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
OMG, BUT IT'S NOT NATURAL!
Like I said on my profile, I do subscribe to NH practitioner GaWaNi Ponyboy, who is technically part of the Natural Horsemanship genre. A lot of people hate NH (too much time on their hands). Though not necessarily NH itself, but those who market it in such a way that creates such havoc in the horse world (understandable). Or is just plain not worth all the money for the special must-have-to-do-things-right trademark equipment (100% true xD).
I don't mind the stereotype, I understand it well. =) What I do mind is that very annoying, very dead horse saying that goes along the lines of, "nothing we do to horses is natural!" So... you noticed? And thought we didn't? Okay, so maybe some people are slow and didn't notice, but come on now. Let me say something, and this is my personal opinion that may not be reflected by any or all others who enjoy NH. Natural horsemanship is not about being natural. Why yes, natural is in the name, keen eye. Natural horsemanship as I understand it, is about having a working, harmonious relationship with your horse in the most non descructive way possible. It is without a doubt about enjoying your horse and your horse enjoying you. You don't have to ride, not everyone buys a horse to ride (*cough*pasturecompanions/retireesandhalter*cough*). But you should never be afraid to ride your horse. If you are afraid to ride your horse, then I must quote Icanhascheezburger, "ur doing it wrong." Natural horsemanship isn't just about being a do it yourselfer. It is about teaching you to recognise when you are just plain over your head and need to seek professional help.
It isn't about fads. It isn't Natural Horsemanship, it is natural horsemanship, no capitals unless called for by being the beginning of a sentence. It isn't the wave of the future, and it wasn't invented by just one person, no matter what your favorite clinician said. In its truest form, natural horsemanship is what a lot of people like to lable as "common sense horse training." CSHT is a fairly new lable, an attempt to detach the negative association that NH has gotten while still retaining the quality. And it is true. These methods have been around for centuries, they've only just now been made available for the masses by skilled marketers.
Now, I will admit that some clinicians are just plain dumb, not just in the NH circle, but we (NHers) seem to be noticed quite a bit. =) On the one hand, it is annoying because in case y'all haven't noticed, it isn't the only type of horse training full of shit. On the other hand, all the negative hype being given to NH is excellent exposure for trainers, you have no idea how many curious people start researching clinicians just because they see someone bad mouthing them- so thanks for that. =)
If the horse is happy, healthy, and sane, then don't whine about the method.
ETA
Apples from FHOTD's forum says it best:
"And that's how this discussion always goes. First it's PP's methods that suck, then a number of people come forward who say they do the exact same thing except instead of a carrot stick they use a longe whip, and instead of saying "blurp" they say "bleep". Then somebody like me says "In the big scheme of things what is the difference between a stick and a longe whip and what's the horse care if you say "blurp" or "bleep"? And then somebody says "It's his marketing that's the problem".
Do you think there is a horse on this planet who could care less about whether or not Pat Parelli makes money off a rope and a DVD? A horse cares whether or not you give mixed messages, and whether or not you are kind and insightful in your approach and whether or not you conduct yourself worthy of his respect. So does Parelli teach people to give mixed messages? Does he endorse cruel and unthinking methods? Is it his objective to breakdown the person-horse relationship?
No more than the classical approach sets out to cause spurs to rip into the sides of horses, or bend their necks to their chests. But some people interpret it that way and apply the teaching methods based on their own individual preference.
If people are going to get their knickers in a twist, at least they should do it on behalf of the horse, not their own egos. That is where there is real double messaging. If we are letting individuals off the hook in terms of how they interpret a published horseperson's approach and and instead we are attacking the horseperson who has developed that approach, then all the ODG's are to blame for rollkur. I'm just saying let's call a spade a spade.
And the world is filled with marketing. If I chose to only buy cars that were not marketed, I'd be a pedestrian."
If the horse is happy, healthy, and sane, then don't whine about the method.
ETA
Apples from FHOTD's forum says it best:
"And that's how this discussion always goes. First it's PP's methods that suck, then a number of people come forward who say they do the exact same thing except instead of a carrot stick they use a longe whip, and instead of saying "blurp" they say "bleep". Then somebody like me says "In the big scheme of things what is the difference between a stick and a longe whip and what's the horse care if you say "blurp" or "bleep"? And then somebody says "It's his marketing that's the problem".
Do you think there is a horse on this planet who could care less about whether or not Pat Parelli makes money off a rope and a DVD? A horse cares whether or not you give mixed messages, and whether or not you are kind and insightful in your approach and whether or not you conduct yourself worthy of his respect. So does Parelli teach people to give mixed messages? Does he endorse cruel and unthinking methods? Is it his objective to breakdown the person-horse relationship?
No more than the classical approach sets out to cause spurs to rip into the sides of horses, or bend their necks to their chests. But some people interpret it that way and apply the teaching methods based on their own individual preference.
If people are going to get their knickers in a twist, at least they should do it on behalf of the horse, not their own egos. That is where there is real double messaging. If we are letting individuals off the hook in terms of how they interpret a published horseperson's approach and and instead we are attacking the horseperson who has developed that approach, then all the ODG's are to blame for rollkur. I'm just saying let's call a spade a spade.
And the world is filled with marketing. If I chose to only buy cars that were not marketed, I'd be a pedestrian."
Updates
I'm going to DEVON today to see the Grand Prix!!!!!
Also, Torreign has healed up by now and is moving without limp, most of the pad layer has been replaced as well and I am hoping her body is sending the signals to toughen it up! But she's all set for going with us to L's again on Sunday. Hopefully we can find her rawhide. Pearl stole it and hid it somewhere. xD
Also, Torreign has healed up by now and is moving without limp, most of the pad layer has been replaced as well and I am hoping her body is sending the signals to toughen it up! But she's all set for going with us to L's again on Sunday. Hopefully we can find her rawhide. Pearl stole it and hid it somewhere. xD
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Progression
Date: Sunday, May 25th
Calypso:
I did not ride Calypso that day, too tired. D=
Sunchip:
I longed him first. =D He was a little slow that day, I chalked it up to the weather. We ended up working on whip toleration, and frankly he handled it the best. I led him up to the mounting block and had him stand there patiently while I crawled all over him and bounced around as much as possible to test him. Of course he stood perfectly still. =D Besides that, we worked on picking up all four feet without a hassle, which he did.
Magic:
Poor Magic, he tries soooo hard to please it is so cute. But sad when he doesn't get it because he tries, so I make sure that he does eventually understand what I want. xD So what we reviewed was the inside turn, leading, and tolerating the whip. This lead to tolerating flyspray (note to self: save owner's money and use water in a spray bottle next time xD), something he had NEVER been good with and the owner didn't anticipate him being good with. I started out with the bottle in hand and boy did he know what was coming! Took off like a rocket and away we went with the longeing (he was on a lead rope at the time so I could get his attention more readily). I eventually calmed him down and got to the point where I could rub the bottle all over him, and I tapped the trigger for the bottle (just tapping, not releasing spray), which he tolerated. We've got it to the point now where he would stand still for his left side to be sprayed, but he wasn't as willing as I wanted for his right side. Something to work on. =D Also, Magic has stiffness issues at the canter I need to figure out for sure.
Midnight:
I delibrately choose to work with Midnight last, due to a talk on the phone with L, his owner. She had said that the last time she had ridden him alone, he got to a certain spot and absolutely refused to move- he even started to be a turd and back up rapidly. Did I mention Minigh is an ex ranch horse? He knows his shit. xD Sooo, we started out like we always do, a short reassessment session in the round pen. He refused to turn with his head in when we were longeing to the right, but we fixed that eventually. Once he was warmed up (and since I noticed he was developing some lather between his hind quarters), I asked L to help me get his tack and grooming supplies so I could see just what she meant about his behavior under saddle. Groomed him, tacked him in the english saddle (the endurance didn't fit me well, twisted my knee a bit). That horse really does require balance though. He's got to be a poster child for mutton withers, and he's very round, though not fat. So yeah, if you lack balance, you're coming off. xD So, I got on him after waiting a bit on the mounting block for him to make a move (he isn't known for standing still for mounting). He stood like a good old boy, though I can't decide if it was because he knows I'd work him for not being still, or if he really is catching on that this is something he must do for anyone and everyone. xD So, I got on him and took a few laps in the round pen testing him out to see if he would try anything. He was very good, but we couldn't do too much because of his rollypollyness, and the size of the pen. Just fast gaiting, a canter, but mostly trying to stay consistant in gaits.
Once I determined he wasn't going to start anything, I took him outside the pen and rode him down the drive way at a walk. We got down past the house and I started thinking about what exactly I was to do.... So, considering I'm mostly self/horse taught and this horse is known for stopping and not moving/backing when alone (and sometimes in groups), I decided to try something new. We went up to a horse length or two before I thought he would choose to stop and I would personally stop him. Then, I would turn him around, pick a spot a horse and a half in front of me, and ride to it. At the spot, I'd stop him, turn him around, and ride down the driveway and past the spot we had stopped at last. To the owner (I found out later) it actually looked like he was stopping on his own and turning around. I guess that is a good thing, because he was simply doing what he was told to do. We continued like this for a fair distance actually, because it was what worked for him. We made it almost halfway down the driveway this way, with the pasture and his buddies a fair distance behind us (this driveway is LOOOOOOONG, I mean holy....) before I choose to drop that method and have him move on his own. This worked very well, and I had him in a nice gait right up until his habitualy "problem spot." He stops at this point when alone, and sometimes when he's leading in a group. For some horses, I would have gotten off and lead them, but according to the owner he's fine being lead, so that wouldn't really be progress for him. Said problem spot was a nice view of the neighbor's unridden TWH mares, and a few trees bordering their fenceline. I got him to move a few steps before he just plain would not MOVE. I think he could compete with Fugly's stud in that department, he's got a strong neck too. xD
SOOOOO, the battle began. I kicked and kicked, when that was only yeilding a bit, I decided to yeild to the advice I had seen on VLC and just keep a consistant pressure. He moved forward a bit more, but not much. I praised and petted him. @_@ Cue the husband driving down, we chat, he leaves, we're still standing there. I discovered that yelling at him and kicking did get some progress, but then he'd just plant his feet again. xD Mule horse! So, I was losing my temper, but I still didn't want to get off, especially now that he had initiated backing. So I decided to just let him back up on my terms (smooth, no? =P). I whipped him around, leaned back a bit, and back we went, past the horses, five or so horses from the end of the driveway. I turn him around, give him a kick and a smack from the reins and yell, and off he goes. At first there was hesitation, but then he discovered that being down there by himself wasn't scary at all, but fun! So we picked up a fast fox trot down by the ex-arena (by now it is covered with low grass, but you can tell it was an arena by the shorter grass on the inside). We went around twice in each direction, and even picked up a slow canter before I stopped him (awww for both of us). I then took him back to the drive way and had him go down the other way. Our only troubleshooting was the scary giant trash can on its side, but he eventually walked past it, and on the way back it didn't bother him at all. I honestly think I can get him to the point where he can sometimes lead the trail in groups!
And I did do one naughty thing. >.> OMG, a lot of people will freak on me, but oh well, I'm admitting to it and admitting to not doing it again. xD We galloped back up the driveway as a reward for us both. OMG it was amazing, he was so smooth. He choose the pavement as opposed to the grass, and I was fine with that as I loved hearing the buddabumpcludaclap of his hooves. Man, I've never sat to a gallop so smooth. L and my mom said they saw me at one point and liked my seat, but too bad they didn't hear us. They did say they knew Midnight and I were coming back up when Sunchip, Wazzi (Nokoto L is playing hostess to), and Magic took off from their side of the pasture and galloped down to meet us (which was cool to see on our side). Once we got all the way up we gradually slowed down and that was that. I got off, cooled him off, hosed him off, and turned him out with the others.
Do as I say, not as I do! D= xD
My mom made a good point though, no one is riding Midnight because of his behavior and that only makes it worse. 1) It doesn't get corrected and 2) he knows why he isn't being ridden and is reasonably jealous/otherwise upset by this. I have no issue riding him and I think I prefer it, seeing as he is a challenge, so I will try and be out there more so he can trail ride with his buddies more.
I told L that next week I try and help her gain respect from her own horses as well, because especially in Midnight's case, that's all she has to overcome to get the best out of them.
Torreign
My GSD puppy! =D This was her adventure!
The story goes, we had tentatively arranged with L to take our 1+ year old GSD out to get socialized. We were each nervous for our own reasons. My mom was afraid that since L's place is like a never ending field, that Torreign would get loose and we wouldn't be able to catch her. I was afraid that she would see the horses, run after them, bite them, get kicked, and die since that is how all the stories I've heard of GSD + horse ends. L of course is very laid back and said she would be fine. xD Also, everyone has told us that you MUST get a dog socialized as a real baby or they're ruined. Well, she didn't want to get socialized, and we couldn't handle her as a 4 month-7 month year old screaming like you were skinning her alive whenever a dog or PUPPY approached her. We took her to puppy training, didn't work out. 1) the trainer sucked 2)...well, the trainer sucked.
So, my mom bought a seperator so she could stay in the trunk as opposed to jumping from trunk to backseat like she used to do. We packed her up with a kong, a GIANT rawhide bone, some squeeky toys, and she was also wearing an electric collar just in case things got out of hand with either L's two labs (Pearl, the youngest, and Chelsie, the old lady) or the horses. We also bought her a little water carrier. xD So we drove from our house to West Chester, and it was the longest drive Teetle (my mom's nick for Torreign, dunno how she got it) had ever taken. I have to say, she handled it very well!
We arrived at L's on time, and omg my heart was racing because the first thing that happened was L's dog Pearl came barreling out barking like a vicious dog (she ALWAYS does this and is really friendly, but I wasn't sure how Torreign would handle it). Soon after, Chelsie had made her way to Pearl and both were looking in the trunk up at Torreign. All Torreign did was growl, which was very good on her part. My mom and I opened the trunk and spent a 10 second scuffle over the leash. I was yelling at her to just let Torreign hop out, since between us trying to grab the leash, T trying to get out, and C and P trying to get in, I didn't think it was worth it. Plus, it is apparently more stressful for dogs to meet when you're holding their leash, especially if only one is being held back. So we let T go, with her leash on, and Pearl and Chelsie took off after her.
They were great, no barking or biting, even though T was nervous and her hackles were raised. Eventually everyone settled down and everyone was friends! It was great, prior socialization my ass! They just ran and ran and played! Chelsie took Torreign's rawhide and Pearl took Torreign's puppy (headless squeeky toy dog), but Torreign could care less, she was busy trailing Pearl and sniffing everything else. Whenever I threw a toy and Pearly took off, Torreign would be on Pearl's heels herding her, as oppsed to chasing the toy- man she's got strong lines! We really need to pay for her to herd some sheep! But that's all she wanted to do; herd, herd, herd!
When I was in the round pen (RP) with the horses she had to hang back with my mom (and did a pretty good job at that), but whenever the horse was being a punk and I got after it, she'd come charging down and bark at it as my back up. xD Every so often she'd try to crawl through (she's a freaking rat, she can squeeze herself anywhere, including up and over the narrow space- less than a foot- that was between the seperator and the trunk), but I yelled at her no and she backed off.
She's truly honing her herding skills though, she's past practicing on our cats. xD When I was hosing off Midnight, he escaped with his rope halter on and was running away to go roll (oh noez). I was running after him and she sensed my focus on him, took off, circled in front of him, got down low and started barking at him! Lucky for her, he stopped and turned around where I caught him and took off the halter. She's nuts though, and thought the herding game was still on. xD He went to roll and she was barking at him and hopping around his belly and I am screaming at her, "NONONONONO!" and luckily she listened. xD But she's now great with the horses, she used to bark at them viciously at the last barn we were at, but that place had bad vibes anyway.
Unfortunately, when she came with us into L's house she was limping. We lifted up her pays and the pads were just shredded =( We really need to toughen them up with more walks on pavement. So, we ended up putting bagbalm or however you spell it on them, and she did well. She's still limpy, and we're wrapping her paws. Hopefully she'll be healed by next Sunday so she can go back to L's with us instead of being left behind. =( Keep your fingers crossed!
Calypso:
I did not ride Calypso that day, too tired. D=
Sunchip:
I longed him first. =D He was a little slow that day, I chalked it up to the weather. We ended up working on whip toleration, and frankly he handled it the best. I led him up to the mounting block and had him stand there patiently while I crawled all over him and bounced around as much as possible to test him. Of course he stood perfectly still. =D Besides that, we worked on picking up all four feet without a hassle, which he did.
Magic:
Poor Magic, he tries soooo hard to please it is so cute. But sad when he doesn't get it because he tries, so I make sure that he does eventually understand what I want. xD So what we reviewed was the inside turn, leading, and tolerating the whip. This lead to tolerating flyspray (note to self: save owner's money and use water in a spray bottle next time xD), something he had NEVER been good with and the owner didn't anticipate him being good with. I started out with the bottle in hand and boy did he know what was coming! Took off like a rocket and away we went with the longeing (he was on a lead rope at the time so I could get his attention more readily). I eventually calmed him down and got to the point where I could rub the bottle all over him, and I tapped the trigger for the bottle (just tapping, not releasing spray), which he tolerated. We've got it to the point now where he would stand still for his left side to be sprayed, but he wasn't as willing as I wanted for his right side. Something to work on. =D Also, Magic has stiffness issues at the canter I need to figure out for sure.
Midnight:
I delibrately choose to work with Midnight last, due to a talk on the phone with L, his owner. She had said that the last time she had ridden him alone, he got to a certain spot and absolutely refused to move- he even started to be a turd and back up rapidly. Did I mention Minigh is an ex ranch horse? He knows his shit. xD Sooo, we started out like we always do, a short reassessment session in the round pen. He refused to turn with his head in when we were longeing to the right, but we fixed that eventually. Once he was warmed up (and since I noticed he was developing some lather between his hind quarters), I asked L to help me get his tack and grooming supplies so I could see just what she meant about his behavior under saddle. Groomed him, tacked him in the english saddle (the endurance didn't fit me well, twisted my knee a bit). That horse really does require balance though. He's got to be a poster child for mutton withers, and he's very round, though not fat. So yeah, if you lack balance, you're coming off. xD So, I got on him after waiting a bit on the mounting block for him to make a move (he isn't known for standing still for mounting). He stood like a good old boy, though I can't decide if it was because he knows I'd work him for not being still, or if he really is catching on that this is something he must do for anyone and everyone. xD So, I got on him and took a few laps in the round pen testing him out to see if he would try anything. He was very good, but we couldn't do too much because of his rollypollyness, and the size of the pen. Just fast gaiting, a canter, but mostly trying to stay consistant in gaits.
Once I determined he wasn't going to start anything, I took him outside the pen and rode him down the drive way at a walk. We got down past the house and I started thinking about what exactly I was to do.... So, considering I'm mostly self/horse taught and this horse is known for stopping and not moving/backing when alone (and sometimes in groups), I decided to try something new. We went up to a horse length or two before I thought he would choose to stop and I would personally stop him. Then, I would turn him around, pick a spot a horse and a half in front of me, and ride to it. At the spot, I'd stop him, turn him around, and ride down the driveway and past the spot we had stopped at last. To the owner (I found out later) it actually looked like he was stopping on his own and turning around. I guess that is a good thing, because he was simply doing what he was told to do. We continued like this for a fair distance actually, because it was what worked for him. We made it almost halfway down the driveway this way, with the pasture and his buddies a fair distance behind us (this driveway is LOOOOOOONG, I mean holy....) before I choose to drop that method and have him move on his own. This worked very well, and I had him in a nice gait right up until his habitualy "problem spot." He stops at this point when alone, and sometimes when he's leading in a group. For some horses, I would have gotten off and lead them, but according to the owner he's fine being lead, so that wouldn't really be progress for him. Said problem spot was a nice view of the neighbor's unridden TWH mares, and a few trees bordering their fenceline. I got him to move a few steps before he just plain would not MOVE. I think he could compete with Fugly's stud in that department, he's got a strong neck too. xD
SOOOOO, the battle began. I kicked and kicked, when that was only yeilding a bit, I decided to yeild to the advice I had seen on VLC and just keep a consistant pressure. He moved forward a bit more, but not much. I praised and petted him. @_@ Cue the husband driving down, we chat, he leaves, we're still standing there. I discovered that yelling at him and kicking did get some progress, but then he'd just plant his feet again. xD Mule horse! So, I was losing my temper, but I still didn't want to get off, especially now that he had initiated backing. So I decided to just let him back up on my terms (smooth, no? =P). I whipped him around, leaned back a bit, and back we went, past the horses, five or so horses from the end of the driveway. I turn him around, give him a kick and a smack from the reins and yell, and off he goes. At first there was hesitation, but then he discovered that being down there by himself wasn't scary at all, but fun! So we picked up a fast fox trot down by the ex-arena (by now it is covered with low grass, but you can tell it was an arena by the shorter grass on the inside). We went around twice in each direction, and even picked up a slow canter before I stopped him (awww for both of us). I then took him back to the drive way and had him go down the other way. Our only troubleshooting was the scary giant trash can on its side, but he eventually walked past it, and on the way back it didn't bother him at all. I honestly think I can get him to the point where he can sometimes lead the trail in groups!
And I did do one naughty thing. >.> OMG, a lot of people will freak on me, but oh well, I'm admitting to it and admitting to not doing it again. xD We galloped back up the driveway as a reward for us both. OMG it was amazing, he was so smooth. He choose the pavement as opposed to the grass, and I was fine with that as I loved hearing the buddabumpcludaclap of his hooves. Man, I've never sat to a gallop so smooth. L and my mom said they saw me at one point and liked my seat, but too bad they didn't hear us. They did say they knew Midnight and I were coming back up when Sunchip, Wazzi (Nokoto L is playing hostess to), and Magic took off from their side of the pasture and galloped down to meet us (which was cool to see on our side). Once we got all the way up we gradually slowed down and that was that. I got off, cooled him off, hosed him off, and turned him out with the others.
Do as I say, not as I do! D= xD
My mom made a good point though, no one is riding Midnight because of his behavior and that only makes it worse. 1) It doesn't get corrected and 2) he knows why he isn't being ridden and is reasonably jealous/otherwise upset by this. I have no issue riding him and I think I prefer it, seeing as he is a challenge, so I will try and be out there more so he can trail ride with his buddies more.
I told L that next week I try and help her gain respect from her own horses as well, because especially in Midnight's case, that's all she has to overcome to get the best out of them.
Torreign
My GSD puppy! =D This was her adventure!
The story goes, we had tentatively arranged with L to take our 1+ year old GSD out to get socialized. We were each nervous for our own reasons. My mom was afraid that since L's place is like a never ending field, that Torreign would get loose and we wouldn't be able to catch her. I was afraid that she would see the horses, run after them, bite them, get kicked, and die since that is how all the stories I've heard of GSD + horse ends. L of course is very laid back and said she would be fine. xD Also, everyone has told us that you MUST get a dog socialized as a real baby or they're ruined. Well, she didn't want to get socialized, and we couldn't handle her as a 4 month-7 month year old screaming like you were skinning her alive whenever a dog or PUPPY approached her. We took her to puppy training, didn't work out. 1) the trainer sucked 2)...well, the trainer sucked.
So, my mom bought a seperator so she could stay in the trunk as opposed to jumping from trunk to backseat like she used to do. We packed her up with a kong, a GIANT rawhide bone, some squeeky toys, and she was also wearing an electric collar just in case things got out of hand with either L's two labs (Pearl, the youngest, and Chelsie, the old lady) or the horses. We also bought her a little water carrier. xD So we drove from our house to West Chester, and it was the longest drive Teetle (my mom's nick for Torreign, dunno how she got it) had ever taken. I have to say, she handled it very well!
We arrived at L's on time, and omg my heart was racing because the first thing that happened was L's dog Pearl came barreling out barking like a vicious dog (she ALWAYS does this and is really friendly, but I wasn't sure how Torreign would handle it). Soon after, Chelsie had made her way to Pearl and both were looking in the trunk up at Torreign. All Torreign did was growl, which was very good on her part. My mom and I opened the trunk and spent a 10 second scuffle over the leash. I was yelling at her to just let Torreign hop out, since between us trying to grab the leash, T trying to get out, and C and P trying to get in, I didn't think it was worth it. Plus, it is apparently more stressful for dogs to meet when you're holding their leash, especially if only one is being held back. So we let T go, with her leash on, and Pearl and Chelsie took off after her.
They were great, no barking or biting, even though T was nervous and her hackles were raised. Eventually everyone settled down and everyone was friends! It was great, prior socialization my ass! They just ran and ran and played! Chelsie took Torreign's rawhide and Pearl took Torreign's puppy (headless squeeky toy dog), but Torreign could care less, she was busy trailing Pearl and sniffing everything else. Whenever I threw a toy and Pearly took off, Torreign would be on Pearl's heels herding her, as oppsed to chasing the toy- man she's got strong lines! We really need to pay for her to herd some sheep! But that's all she wanted to do; herd, herd, herd!
When I was in the round pen (RP) with the horses she had to hang back with my mom (and did a pretty good job at that), but whenever the horse was being a punk and I got after it, she'd come charging down and bark at it as my back up. xD Every so often she'd try to crawl through (she's a freaking rat, she can squeeze herself anywhere, including up and over the narrow space- less than a foot- that was between the seperator and the trunk), but I yelled at her no and she backed off.
She's truly honing her herding skills though, she's past practicing on our cats. xD When I was hosing off Midnight, he escaped with his rope halter on and was running away to go roll (oh noez). I was running after him and she sensed my focus on him, took off, circled in front of him, got down low and started barking at him! Lucky for her, he stopped and turned around where I caught him and took off the halter. She's nuts though, and thought the herding game was still on. xD He went to roll and she was barking at him and hopping around his belly and I am screaming at her, "NONONONONO!" and luckily she listened. xD But she's now great with the horses, she used to bark at them viciously at the last barn we were at, but that place had bad vibes anyway.
Unfortunately, when she came with us into L's house she was limping. We lifted up her pays and the pads were just shredded =( We really need to toughen them up with more walks on pavement. So, we ended up putting bagbalm or however you spell it on them, and she did well. She's still limpy, and we're wrapping her paws. Hopefully she'll be healed by next Sunday so she can go back to L's with us instead of being left behind. =( Keep your fingers crossed!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Getting Up to Speed
I've neglected writing down progress so I will be doing on of those annoying and large dump posts of mine. xD
Short version:
I got a job training 3 horses for someone and they are coming along nicely.
I just got insulted at the barn by a worker and the BO did nothing
Calypso is working her gait
There is a SMALL possibility that she will be moved to a different barn in a month or two.
All you need to know! xD
Short version:
I got a job training 3 horses for someone and they are coming along nicely.
I just got insulted at the barn by a worker and the BO did nothing
Calypso is working her gait
There is a SMALL possibility that she will be moved to a different barn in a month or two.
All you need to know! xD
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Load of CRAP
I was leading Calypso back to the pasture and one of the workers dumps a bag of fertilizer and she spooks. Nothing horrid, just a jump forward. So he dumps it again, she jumps again. I turn her around so she can see the noise and what would happen but the worker comes up and GRABS her from me.
Cue body shut down as mind tries to process the nerve of the situation.
He then proceeds to lecture me in Spanish on how I clearly wasn't holding her correctly.
Me: Ummm....o.o
Then barn owner of course just stares like: o.o....
Me: *Thinking* Hello? Can you please get your employee? Kthx?
So in the mean time he's demonstrating the "proper" way to hold her, while yanking on the lead right under her head up and down.
Me:...*still wtfing*o.o
The BO is still just BLAH, and after all that I take her back. Luckily I know spanish well enough to get what he was trying to tell me, and then his son translated for me. I was just like, "don't cuss him out, don't cuss the BO out, take the horse and gooooo far, far away...." It would be one thing if indeed I wanted an iron grip on my horse, but I want her to be sound enough to handle these things one any grip or no grip at all. She shouldn't be spooking, and even if she does, she watches my darn space.
I mean COME ON. He didn't know me, nor my horse, he saw she was spooking and took the liberty to correct her and me. Well, he didn't really correct her, he was just lucky she had just come out of a long training session. Had he done this two months ago, a month ago, or even a few weeks ago she would have reared and kicked him because 1) she isn't stranger friendly 2) she isn't strange men friendly 3) she is a recovering headshy horse and 4) she just plain doesn't like people JABBING HER FACE UP AND DOWN (which is why I've been doing it a lot in both halters just in case....). I almost wish I hadn't worked with her at the time, because then she would have reared and kicked him in the darn knee. For all his lectures on safety, he failed to add in that 1) he didn't know this horse and 2) this was a horse who had enough power when out of shape to lift a 200 lb woman and 200+ lb man off their feet and DRAG them- his method wouldn't of done crap. And of course she's much fitter now. Luckily, she's also more respectful and not so bat crap insane (it helped she just came from a long session spent on "why yes, you DO have a brain you can use instead of running away").
It's like, do I interrupt your walk with your dog and proceed to tell you how to hold your leash, how to position your dog, and how you need a shockie collar for every time it growls at the dog 50 feet ahead? Was the dog touching you? Did the dog growl at you? Don't touch my damn dog and don't touch my damn horse.
I swear to god I'm going to give him my own darn Spanglish lecture if he does it again. I wish I had in the first place, but I was still in "this must be a dream, no one is this rude...." mode. Silly me. xD
Cue body shut down as mind tries to process the nerve of the situation.
He then proceeds to lecture me in Spanish on how I clearly wasn't holding her correctly.
Me: Ummm....o.o
Then barn owner of course just stares like: o.o....
Me: *Thinking* Hello? Can you please get your employee? Kthx?
So in the mean time he's demonstrating the "proper" way to hold her, while yanking on the lead right under her head up and down.
Me:...*still wtfing*o.o
The BO is still just BLAH, and after all that I take her back. Luckily I know spanish well enough to get what he was trying to tell me, and then his son translated for me. I was just like, "don't cuss him out, don't cuss the BO out, take the horse and gooooo far, far away...." It would be one thing if indeed I wanted an iron grip on my horse, but I want her to be sound enough to handle these things one any grip or no grip at all. She shouldn't be spooking, and even if she does, she watches my darn space.
I mean COME ON. He didn't know me, nor my horse, he saw she was spooking and took the liberty to correct her and me. Well, he didn't really correct her, he was just lucky she had just come out of a long training session. Had he done this two months ago, a month ago, or even a few weeks ago she would have reared and kicked him because 1) she isn't stranger friendly 2) she isn't strange men friendly 3) she is a recovering headshy horse and 4) she just plain doesn't like people JABBING HER FACE UP AND DOWN (which is why I've been doing it a lot in both halters just in case....). I almost wish I hadn't worked with her at the time, because then she would have reared and kicked him in the darn knee. For all his lectures on safety, he failed to add in that 1) he didn't know this horse and 2) this was a horse who had enough power when out of shape to lift a 200 lb woman and 200+ lb man off their feet and DRAG them- his method wouldn't of done crap. And of course she's much fitter now. Luckily, she's also more respectful and not so bat crap insane (it helped she just came from a long session spent on "why yes, you DO have a brain you can use instead of running away").
It's like, do I interrupt your walk with your dog and proceed to tell you how to hold your leash, how to position your dog, and how you need a shockie collar for every time it growls at the dog 50 feet ahead? Was the dog touching you? Did the dog growl at you? Don't touch my damn dog and don't touch my damn horse.
I swear to god I'm going to give him my own darn Spanglish lecture if he does it again. I wish I had in the first place, but I was still in "this must be a dream, no one is this rude...." mode. Silly me. xD
Do Not Touch My Animal!
Vent post. xD
I was leading Calypso back to the pasture and one of the workers dumps a bag of fertilizer and she spooks. Nothing horrid, just a jump forward. So he dumps it again, she jumps again. I turn her around so she can see the noise and what would happen but the worker comes up and GRABS her from me.
Cue body shut down as mind tries to process the nerve of the situation.
He then proceeds to lecture me in Spanish on how I clearly wasn't holding her correctly.
Me: Ummm....o.o
Then barn owner of course just stares like: o.o....Me: *Thinking* Hello? Can you please get your employee? Kthx?So in the mean time he's demonstrating the "proper" way to hold her, while yanking on the lead right under her head up and down.
Me:...*still wtfing*o.o
The BO is still just BLAH, and after all that I take her back. Luckily I know spanish well enough to get what he was trying to tell me, and then his son translated for me. I was just like, "don't cuss him out, don't cuss the BO out, take the horse and gooooo far, far away...." It would be one thing if indeed I wanted an iron grip on my horse, but I want her to be sound enough to handle these things one any grip or no grip at all. She shouldn't be spooking, and even if she does, she watches my darn space.
I mean COME ON. He didn't know me, nor my horse, he saw she was spooking and took the liberty to correct her and me. Well, he didn't really correct her, he was just lucky she had just come out of a long training session. Had he done this two months ago, a month ago, or even a few weeks ago she would have reared and kicked him because 1) she isn't stranger friendly 2) she isn't strange men friendly 3) she is a recovering headshy horse and 4) she just plain doesn't like people JABBING HER FACE UP AND DOWN (which is why I've been doing it a lot in both halters just in case....). I almost wish I hadn't worked with her at the time, because then she would have reared and kicked him in the darn knee. For all his lectures on safety, he failed to add in that 1) he didn't know this horse and 2) this was a horse who had enough power when out of shape to lift a 200 lb woman and 200+ lb man off their feet and DRAG them- his method wouldn't of done crap. And of course she's much fitter now. Luckily, she's also more respectful and not so bat crap insane (it helped she just came from a long session spent on "why yes, you DO have a brain you can use instead of running away").
It's like, do I interrupt your walk with your dog and proceed to tell you how to hold your leash, how to position your dog, and how you need a shockie collar for every time it growls at the dog 50 feet ahead? Was the dog touching you? Did the dog growl at you? Don't touch my damn dog and don't touch my damn horse.
I swear to god I'm going to give him my own darn Spanglish lecture if he does it again. I wish I had in the first place, but I was still in "this must be a dream, no one is this rude...." mode. Silly me. xD
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Learning From the Mistakes of Our Fellows
Just sampling quotes from Fugly's blog, Very Large Colt. Best learn from the mistakes of others, it'll come in handy. xD
Quotes:
4Horses&Holding said...
Absolutely.A perfect example is when I was trying to get my mare to pick up the correct lead (story told in 'What Was Your One Moment in Time'). Back then, I just kept stopping her, and trying to cue her into picking it up. On a large circle. There was no physical need for her to pick it up, so I was asking her to do something "for no reason" (at least in her mind). It, of course, cumulated in her temper tantrum.Now I would take her into a situation that necessitated a lead change, a sharper turn around a barrel, bush, cone, and cue at the time of the turn. That way she would begin to associate the lead change with the cue. *shrugs*
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Also, the 'very bad mare' (story told on the training forum here), has an issue with occasionally backing if she doesn't want to go forward. Once upon a time, I may have booted her until she moved. I may have argued with her about backing up, trying to stop her and then asking for forward movement - which easily could have turned her reverse motion into "UP" motion.The way I have handled it now, is through body weight, vocalizations, and a little bit of constant leg pressure. I don't care if she keeps backing for miles (well, really I do, but...) I'll keep up the 'pressure' until she goes forward - even a step, then immediately let off. It's worked beautifully so far.When you are older, you don't want to fight with them. You know that it's possible that you can't stick on a horse as well, so you try to use less stressful methods, to keep the horse relaxed. It works out better all around.In horse training, the fastest way to achieve good training is often the 'slowest' route.
fuglyhorseoftheday said...
Another show ring tip for those of you just starting out...it looks so much better to begin the trot sitting and then start posting on the correct diagonal (learn to feel it, nothing looks more uncool than looking for it) than just launch into a posting trot and have to switch when you realize you're wrong. Again, just take your time a bit. No judge penalizes you for taking a few seconds and doing it right and "pretty."
fuglyhorseoftheday said...
It's also important, when working with an instructor, to remember that you are a paying client and you can say no. I think so many times we have all of these shameful feelings about saying no to something we're not comfortable with doing yet, and we shouldn't. As I've said before, pretty sure we all know we are not going to the Olympics. :-) It truly does not matter how fast we get to the point of jumping the crossrail. I like the instructors who let people stay in their comfort zone until the person gets bored with it on their own and WANTS to move on...not the instructors who push.
4Horses&Holding said...
I've also learned that if I am in a bad mood - not to work with the horses, at least not in a 'training' mindset. If I am stressed or crabby or mad, I may brush them or pet them, but I won't ride them.I can remember several 'fights' that I had with my poor, long-suffering mare (who's 'finishing training' was all from an unenlightened me), just because I was already in a bad mood. I wasn't as patient, I was already annoyed.... and you can NOT successfully teach a horse to sidepass (first memory that comes to mind) when you are impatient and wondering "WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU JUST GET IT, ALREADY?".
May 6, 2008 5:48 AM
animageofgrace said...
I think the best advise the wiser trainer gave me was "Ride the horse you have each day." That means I have to give up my agenda. If my horse is dropping her shoulder on the day I planned to work on lead changes, I have to fix the shoulder issue first. It might be the only thing we get accomplished that day, and that's OK with me.
May 6, 2008 10:35 AM
Theresa said...
I read a comment by John Lyons where he said, "Good horse training is boring to watch." The older I get, the more I understand that comment. All of the "exciting" stuff--rearing, bolting, bucking, whipping, spurring, etc.--isn't as inevitable or necessary as I once believed.
Quotes:
4Horses&Holding said...
Absolutely.A perfect example is when I was trying to get my mare to pick up the correct lead (story told in 'What Was Your One Moment in Time'). Back then, I just kept stopping her, and trying to cue her into picking it up. On a large circle. There was no physical need for her to pick it up, so I was asking her to do something "for no reason" (at least in her mind). It, of course, cumulated in her temper tantrum.Now I would take her into a situation that necessitated a lead change, a sharper turn around a barrel, bush, cone, and cue at the time of the turn. That way she would begin to associate the lead change with the cue. *shrugs*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Also, the 'very bad mare' (story told on the training forum here), has an issue with occasionally backing if she doesn't want to go forward. Once upon a time, I may have booted her until she moved. I may have argued with her about backing up, trying to stop her and then asking for forward movement - which easily could have turned her reverse motion into "UP" motion.The way I have handled it now, is through body weight, vocalizations, and a little bit of constant leg pressure. I don't care if she keeps backing for miles (well, really I do, but...) I'll keep up the 'pressure' until she goes forward - even a step, then immediately let off. It's worked beautifully so far.When you are older, you don't want to fight with them. You know that it's possible that you can't stick on a horse as well, so you try to use less stressful methods, to keep the horse relaxed. It works out better all around.In horse training, the fastest way to achieve good training is often the 'slowest' route.
fuglyhorseoftheday said...
Another show ring tip for those of you just starting out...it looks so much better to begin the trot sitting and then start posting on the correct diagonal (learn to feel it, nothing looks more uncool than looking for it) than just launch into a posting trot and have to switch when you realize you're wrong. Again, just take your time a bit. No judge penalizes you for taking a few seconds and doing it right and "pretty."
fuglyhorseoftheday said...
It's also important, when working with an instructor, to remember that you are a paying client and you can say no. I think so many times we have all of these shameful feelings about saying no to something we're not comfortable with doing yet, and we shouldn't. As I've said before, pretty sure we all know we are not going to the Olympics. :-) It truly does not matter how fast we get to the point of jumping the crossrail. I like the instructors who let people stay in their comfort zone until the person gets bored with it on their own and WANTS to move on...not the instructors who push.
4Horses&Holding said...
I've also learned that if I am in a bad mood - not to work with the horses, at least not in a 'training' mindset. If I am stressed or crabby or mad, I may brush them or pet them, but I won't ride them.I can remember several 'fights' that I had with my poor, long-suffering mare (who's 'finishing training' was all from an unenlightened me), just because I was already in a bad mood. I wasn't as patient, I was already annoyed.... and you can NOT successfully teach a horse to sidepass (first memory that comes to mind) when you are impatient and wondering "WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU JUST GET IT, ALREADY?".
May 6, 2008 5:48 AM
animageofgrace said...
I think the best advise the wiser trainer gave me was "Ride the horse you have each day." That means I have to give up my agenda. If my horse is dropping her shoulder on the day I planned to work on lead changes, I have to fix the shoulder issue first. It might be the only thing we get accomplished that day, and that's OK with me.
May 6, 2008 10:35 AM
Theresa said...
I read a comment by John Lyons where he said, "Good horse training is boring to watch." The older I get, the more I understand that comment. All of the "exciting" stuff--rearing, bolting, bucking, whipping, spurring, etc.--isn't as inevitable or necessary as I once believed.
Monday, May 5, 2008
There Will Come Soft Rays
Rays of light, that is....
Date of Recording: Cinco de mayo!
Date of Event: 5/4/08
Working On:
Moving faster, faster, faster, giving to the bit, traveling in straight lines, and free longeing in the arena as a whole (versus the longeline). Standard procedure of tolerating equipment. Also, working on standing for mounting.
Progress:
I went to the barn again! Today was the day L, a friend of my mom who owns horses (I've known her since childhood) came to meet my horse Calypso. She's only seen some fat horse pictures from last summer. xD Calypso threw a tantrum right off the bat. I had just arrived (9:30 AM or so), had sat in the trunk putting on my boots (I was in just socks the whole ride), and Onyx, Calypso, and Cash were being lead out. Onyx and Cash were looking smooth in their fly masks, Calypso was her typical blonde bombshell self. Seeing me, D had asked if I wanted them turned out or not. I decided Onyx could go out, but Calypso would have to stay in because I didn't want to catch a dirty horse, or go through the hassle of catching a dirty horse. Plus, I was too lazy for the prospect of a hike. =P
Date of Recording: Cinco de mayo!
Date of Event: 5/4/08
Working On:
Moving faster, faster, faster, giving to the bit, traveling in straight lines, and free longeing in the arena as a whole (versus the longeline). Standard procedure of tolerating equipment. Also, working on standing for mounting.
Progress:
I went to the barn again! Today was the day L, a friend of my mom who owns horses (I've known her since childhood) came to meet my horse Calypso. She's only seen some fat horse pictures from last summer. xD Calypso threw a tantrum right off the bat. I had just arrived (9:30 AM or so), had sat in the trunk putting on my boots (I was in just socks the whole ride), and Onyx, Calypso, and Cash were being lead out. Onyx and Cash were looking smooth in their fly masks, Calypso was her typical blonde bombshell self. Seeing me, D had asked if I wanted them turned out or not. I decided Onyx could go out, but Calypso would have to stay in because I didn't want to catch a dirty horse, or go through the hassle of catching a dirty horse. Plus, I was too lazy for the prospect of a hike. =P
After zipping up my boots, I grabbed Calypso, who tried to barge past me. I planted my feet and swung her around, but being so impatient she kept persisting and stepped on my toe (again....). I reprimanded her sassy butt with a smack and, after she calmed down a tad, lead her into the barn. She was fine as soon as she abandoned all hope of escape. =P Sweet lil thing, eh.... As soon as she was in, I gathered up the equip and got to work cleaning Onyx's stall. I had also decided to clean Pixie's (new draught mare) in addition to Calypso's, I didn't feel right with her having a dirty stall. Sometime between cleaning Onyx's stall and moving Calypso to his to clean her stall (and she of course made dainty little insta-shitclods in his stall), M left to do whatever and D left to do a trailering job. All in all it wasn't too horrid, my back didn't give (I've got a terrible lower back among other things), and I managed the three stalls. Onyx's was decent, Calypso's was surprisingly clean (despite that urine stain on her ass), and Pixies was a typical draft horse stall. Flooded. Yesterday was grain bucket cleaning day, but I had forgotten so I spent the rest of the time cleaning them out while waiting for L. I had only three or four more when L arrived, so we said our hellos, had a 10-20 minute talk about this interesting diet we're all on, and then I excused myself to finish with the buckets while my mom offered to take L on a barn tour.
I decided I should let Calypso get her blonde-hair-flipping-syndrome out of the way, so I lead her out (perfectly calm, the brat. xD) and turned her out in the arena (it is quite interesting, filled with ground rubber or something so she can't really get dirty, plus they don't like to roll in it). By the time I was done with the buckets and double checking the stalls, L and my mom had returned and I found L in the arena with Calypso leading her over ground poles. For a split second I was annoyed (teen emotions, eh?), but then I was just impressed with how far Calypso has come, she let a total stranger "lead" her (no lead rope, just her halter) her over the poles, which she formerly despised. As soon as I arrived she abandoned her work with L and walked to me like, "saaaave me." xD Still, she was such a good girl! I definately gave her pats for that. L mentioned she was a little hot around her back legs and I was like, yeah.... about that. She had spooked at a plastic bit covering the lawn mower and slipped. She's not at all flexible so when she slipped a bit and her legs spread a hair more than she's used to, insta-split for her. D= I wasn't sure about any stretches for back legs, so the plan was to have her walk and trot it out to get some stretch in it. She waddled the first few times. xD Yes, she did smooth out and was not at all limpy.
So now I'll be doing that sooooo "awful" plastic bag shaking. Oh my. =P On the bright side, she was brave and trusting enough to get a few step closer to the blowing plastic on the mower before freaking out. In retrospect, I should have planted my feet instead of moving with her, then she wouldn't have backed onto the concrete and slipped. Notes for next time....
After some long chatting with them, picking out her hooves, and stretching her out again L and my mom left for lunch and I stayed to ride Calypso. She still has her standing for the mounting block issue (I really need to nip that, but I keep forgetting to devote an entire lesson to it), but as soon as I got on she was great. She's in the bridle again, we can't go any farther in a rope halter.
I finally got her to understand I wanted her to trot! Poor mare, she isn't malicious and naturally a brat under saddle, so generally when she acts up it's because I wasn't being clean. Or, as some put it, I "told her to buck." Anywho, we were walking faster and faster and I was clicking and squeezing and wasn't getting anything but an annoyed, frustrated horse. So I decided to be unorthodox. While doing all of the former, I shouted and screamed (lol, good thing no one else was around to hear me). It worked for a while, spooked her into a trot and I'd praise her. Of course, due to her being a good girl and learning to cope with her fear, she eventually ignored my screams and shouts and eccentric behavior. So I took to clapping really hard on my leg instead. xD With that, she finally made the connection and we spent 1-3 minutes with stop, walk, trot, eventually without my needing to clap. Only that long, because she's still getting into shape. I praised her, ended early in case I wanted to show her trotting to my mom and L, and took off her bridle so she was free (lol, nekkid mare). Of course, being so adorable and respectful, she followed me anyway and waited with me as I watched for L and my mom.
I can't decide if I'll work on her with trotting and then transition her into fast walking and eventually a rack, or if since she now knows the speed up cue, I will just encourage the fast walk. o.o I don't want to dicourage her at all, so confusing. I'll have to ask some gaited people about this.
Next time:
I believe a large part of the next session should be dedicated to standing for mounting.
To Remember: Calypso is not a malicious mare, if she kicks out or tosses her head, it is because she is either in pain or irritated/frustrated because she doesn't understand what is being asked of her and it is my job to make sure she does understand.
Other:
We left the barn early (nothing to do xD) to go to L's house where I got a big surprise! (Well, besides the pit stop where it dawned on me that all my favorite snacks are filled with high frutose corn syrup so I shouldn't be eating them....). Arriving at L's, I was invited to take up Magic, her youngest horse of the herd (chestnut TWH gelding) to the upper field with the rest of the herd (they were picking on him so L seperated him while she was gone). L has a gorgeous round pen, 60ft. I've never been in one or used on, and I've always wanted to. xD I casually asked L if she had ever worked Magic in the round pen and she said no, but I was free to try him out. So amazing!
I've worked with three other horses on a training level, but all of them had similar learning needs and personalities. Magic was just an explosion of difference. A horse like that makes me realise how far I've come with Calypso! She understands what I ask of her for the most part, knows my body language. Magic on the other hand didn't have a clue what was wanted at first, was dodgey, and the reason why GaWaNi says if you step into a horse's comfort zone it "may" turn around (as in some will run you over if you aren't the right person). He almost ran me over, up until I realised he wasn't going to stop and dodged. From then on I cracked the whip when he got to close, and later (after seeing how unbalanced he was) a moment or so before he got too close. Eventually I got some lovely inside turns, but only in one area.
Poor horse, it was a lot of mental effort on his part. I didn't think anything would come of it, I just wanted to see what he knew, if I could teach him, and to ultimately get him to respect me enough to not run me over (which he tried to do on the way up to the field, I literally planted my feet and he used his body to skid me across the driveway, it'd be funny if it weren't for how bad that is). I also wanted to see if I could get him to tolerate the longe whip on his body, if not it cracking it (Calypso is a doll for me cracking the whip like a banshee screaming all around her, lol). So yeah, it was just an experiment. Little did I know that I was being watched. D= It is logical I suppose, but they were watching me from the house and it never occured to me that it was happening, lol. On the plus side, my efforts were not in vain- L decided she wanted to hire me to work with all her horses! =O Amazing, so now Magic's efforts were no in vain either and I can create a schedule for him. I look forward to cracking this case.
I'm not so sure about Midnight (black MFT gelding), he is very much his own horse. It will be interesting to work with him. He's no evil, just dominant by nature. Luckily he is small, I doubt he is more than 15.1hh. Sunchip (strawberry roan TWH, Magic's cousin even if they look nothing alike) is going to interesting as well, seeing as I doubt he is smaller than 15.3hh. He's an ex-big lick horse, so although he has been recovering from the trauma of it all, he is in better mental shape than the others. He's more responsive to everything.
L and I haven't worked out a price yet, but still, it's going to be a learning experience and I'm glad things are falling into place for me!
Monday, April 28, 2008
TRIMMING
Well yesterday was eventful! I got stepped on my toe (read: STOOD ON), by Calypso. She was afraid of the bag on the lawn mower.... I had thought she's of moved, but she just stood there until I smacked her.
Oi, let's just say that I need to get to the barn earlier for trimming appointments so I can longe her, and pick her feet out and Onyx's feet out. @____@ Dawn thinks Onyx will be sound for light work in a few weeks! YAY! Also, they may be 24/7 pastured now, including rain. Monica isn't very fond of the idea, but I think Debbie is coming around. I just hope Monica won't feel resentful or ursurped by Dawn or anyone. o.o ANYWHO, I found out they were fine out there. They would take shelter when they felt like it, and get wet when they felt like it. Monica did bring them in at 1 PM to relieve them a bit, but apparently Onyx spent most of the time kicking at his stall door so he and Calypso went back out at 5 PM. I don't think Calypso cares either way, she just wants to be with Onyx. =3 Even a bit of play between Calypso and Daphne the Belgian occured, though they were smart enough to keep things to a walk.
Working On: Transitions as per usual, leg aids, focal ques.
Progress: We had trouble on the longe for one particular side. There were more than a few riders in the ring, which is new, and this is her "bad side" to begind with. Every other second it was "may I come in now?" "I want to come in now!" "How about now?" "NOW??" and each time it was NO GO AWAY. Geez, that was annoying. Eventually I got sick of it and so to finish on a "positive" note we switched to her better side and ended at that. Then we spent the rest of the day in the arena with others just "chilling" after I got her used to the longe whip (she suddenly developed a phobia! I think it may have been the excitement of the day, she hasn't been afraid of the whip in months! Just the other day she had walked and trotted over it no problem... maybe it was because it wasn't "my" whip, but another? Oh well, tough cookies). So we hung out watching the lessons. I made sure she was standing by the mounting block (her other little "phobia") while I just sat there. I had planned for that day to just be a day without riding. I had already baby dolled her mane and partially her tail, but you know, watching everyone ride and us just sit there got boring for the both of us. So boring in fact that we passed the time chewing on a crop and I was teaching her to wave it around (we had to stop though, she kept trying to swallow it xD).
One GREAT thing though, was that a repeat incident happened. The same rider on the same horse fell off after a jump and the horse spooked and took off. We just watched quite placidly as if it happened every day. She made no hesitation, didn't even pay any mind. She didn't even move until I got up to walk up the the prancy horse who was trotting about. I think it helped I had Calypso with me, as he wanted to flirt with her. The rider was for the most part okay, luckily, and they continued their lesson.
Eventually I got on her with the rope halter and got no head tossing. I planned to get her a different bit (I have one in mind), but now I'll be getting one sooner than later.
Next time: I'd like to work on extending that walk a bit more, but I believe I need to refound the moving off of pressure exercises.
To Remember: When you AND the horse are bored, do something different.
As a note on the previous blog, I did add some poles to add variety and she did very nicely. She's also doing cone weaving on the ground and bareback.
Oi, let's just say that I need to get to the barn earlier for trimming appointments so I can longe her, and pick her feet out and Onyx's feet out. @____@ Dawn thinks Onyx will be sound for light work in a few weeks! YAY! Also, they may be 24/7 pastured now, including rain. Monica isn't very fond of the idea, but I think Debbie is coming around. I just hope Monica won't feel resentful or ursurped by Dawn or anyone. o.o ANYWHO, I found out they were fine out there. They would take shelter when they felt like it, and get wet when they felt like it. Monica did bring them in at 1 PM to relieve them a bit, but apparently Onyx spent most of the time kicking at his stall door so he and Calypso went back out at 5 PM. I don't think Calypso cares either way, she just wants to be with Onyx. =3 Even a bit of play between Calypso and Daphne the Belgian occured, though they were smart enough to keep things to a walk.
Working On: Transitions as per usual, leg aids, focal ques.
Progress: We had trouble on the longe for one particular side. There were more than a few riders in the ring, which is new, and this is her "bad side" to begind with. Every other second it was "may I come in now?" "I want to come in now!" "How about now?" "NOW??" and each time it was NO GO AWAY. Geez, that was annoying. Eventually I got sick of it and so to finish on a "positive" note we switched to her better side and ended at that. Then we spent the rest of the day in the arena with others just "chilling" after I got her used to the longe whip (she suddenly developed a phobia! I think it may have been the excitement of the day, she hasn't been afraid of the whip in months! Just the other day she had walked and trotted over it no problem... maybe it was because it wasn't "my" whip, but another? Oh well, tough cookies). So we hung out watching the lessons. I made sure she was standing by the mounting block (her other little "phobia") while I just sat there. I had planned for that day to just be a day without riding. I had already baby dolled her mane and partially her tail, but you know, watching everyone ride and us just sit there got boring for the both of us. So boring in fact that we passed the time chewing on a crop and I was teaching her to wave it around (we had to stop though, she kept trying to swallow it xD).
One GREAT thing though, was that a repeat incident happened. The same rider on the same horse fell off after a jump and the horse spooked and took off. We just watched quite placidly as if it happened every day. She made no hesitation, didn't even pay any mind. She didn't even move until I got up to walk up the the prancy horse who was trotting about. I think it helped I had Calypso with me, as he wanted to flirt with her. The rider was for the most part okay, luckily, and they continued their lesson.
Eventually I got on her with the rope halter and got no head tossing. I planned to get her a different bit (I have one in mind), but now I'll be getting one sooner than later.
Next time: I'd like to work on extending that walk a bit more, but I believe I need to refound the moving off of pressure exercises.
To Remember: When you AND the horse are bored, do something different.
As a note on the previous blog, I did add some poles to add variety and she did very nicely. She's also doing cone weaving on the ground and bareback.
Friday, April 25, 2008
STOOF
Working On: Walking on the longeline. She responds well in her regular halter, but I just put the rope halter on and she responds much faster/better.
Progress: I can't remember much about this day, I didn't take notes like a good girl. Just what we're working on, not really how it went. It wasn't too terrible though, although I believe that was the day we took a bit of a step back again in trust. Without a small enough space (or at least a place where there aren't jumps around to take her attention away from me), it is hard to train. I don't want to use the longe exclusively, because it is harder on her legs than a larger area where she can bend to her choosing. I also don't get the respect-type responses from her on the longe. =/
Again, not much is "known" about this day. xD
Progress: I can't remember much about this day, I didn't take notes like a good girl. Just what we're working on, not really how it went. It wasn't too terrible though, although I believe that was the day we took a bit of a step back again in trust. Without a small enough space (or at least a place where there aren't jumps around to take her attention away from me), it is hard to train. I don't want to use the longe exclusively, because it is harder on her legs than a larger area where she can bend to her choosing. I also don't get the respect-type responses from her on the longe. =/
Again, not much is "known" about this day. xD
Monday, April 21, 2008
Calypso and Onyx Progress
Working On: Transitions from halt to walk and back. Turning, adding speed, and moving off the leg. Standing. Leading.
Performance: Getting good at the walk, not a rusher or a star gazer (like some think her conformation suggests). She attempted to trot for half a second (in retrospect, I believe I was actually getting a half second of gaiting- yay!), but did not feel balanced enough so she went back to a brisk walk. Her transition was seemless, I wouldn't have noticed had it not being for her passing objects by faster (and after feeling her trot afterwards, that was not a walk-trot transition!). Ever since she's had her last lesson she's developed the habit of head tossing because she'd rather walk than stand still. I've mostly nipped it. I tried going against my normal "ways" and trying someone else's technique of being a bit more heavy handed and demanding and then rewarding her with a light aid, but that method doesn't work for either of our learning styles and almost put us back a step. Thus, I went back to "my way" and she's doing quite nicely. Towards the end she was standing still for longer periods of time, so that's progress. I think it is clear she is comfortable with how things are going. She is in need of work for standing for mounting, but at least she no longer spooks at the mounting block, just impatience. I've trained standing in greenies before, but that method too requires a heavier hand which just would not work for her style of learning. She is very good at turning, and I think she will be ready to learn the makings of a side pass soon (within 5-7 lessons). I don't think it will be hard to encourage her rack, she's already able to out-walk a jog. She's back nicely as well, her leading from the ground is perfect, so I've decided on a routine.
1. Take out of pasture and put into stall (so she gets all her poops out, this barn is strict about poo management)
2. Groom (mostly picking out hooves unless I feel like having a girl-girl-bonding-grooming session)
3. Leave for a few minutes while taking equipment down to arena (there's also a policy on putting tack away, and she's left in her stall to, as mentioned, get the poos out).
4. Take out of stall and down to arena
5. Longe for 2-10 minutes each side if needed ((right now I'm training her to know the work come, so we usually spend two minutes each side, we're also working on not going faster than a walk on the longe.))
Order and use of depends on what's up:
6. Get on
7. Designated lesson
8. Untack (if I'm in a rope halter and bareback like I sometimes am, this is basically skipped, lol)
9. Put longeline on and practice leading (I use the longeline to give her plenty of room behind me to decide to follow)
10. After satisfied, take off longeline and practice leading.
11. Turn out.
Yes, there is a cool down process (although the whole thing is cooling down since all we really do is walk. xD)
Next time: We're working on standing under saddle, a bit more work on transitions, and maybe some poles for variety.
Things to remember: A horse stops one hoof at a time, focus on each hoof.
Additional: Debbie feels that Calypso is looking much more relaxed and agrees that she's rounding nicely. she keeps hinting at me about using a saddle. I'm not 100% sure why, but I have some theories. Perhaps she doesn't think Calypso can handle a saddle ( though I repeated say I've had one on her and have left her with it on and no problem). Or maybe she thinks I can't handle her faster than a walk. I'm not bothered considering that I've done it before. Just two-three lessons ago another horse dropped his rider over a jump and spooked again at that and another jump being knocked down (by him, of course). He proceeded to gallop around and since I had plenty (for me) of time to think I decide to stay on her and see what happened. She was a calm onlooker until he, headed right for us, knocked over a cross rail he had jumped and spooked yet again. She balked and reared, tried to spin about, but I didn't let her. I believe she crow-hopped (which feels a lot different bareback), and then she proceeded a speedy back. Calmed her down, wasn't thrown, and that was that. So I'm assured I can handle the trot. ^.~
Maybe not a posting trot, but otherwise fine. x3 I am still debating if I'll use the saddle for her first canter. The chance of her trantioning into a gallop out of excitement or what have you makes stirrups seem like a plus. However, she won't even be advancing past a walk until we both feel that she responds properly and quickly to the halt and halt-halt. So with that theory, I really don't think it will be a concern.
She is not at all a star gazer under saddle, no matter how she moves at liberty. I am confident I can change that under muscling with proper work!
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Onyx is doing nicely, although he seems to be assassinating his boots! Over. and OVER. and OOOOVER again. xD He is soooo much happier here. BOY I can tell you the difference an extra 16 hours makes for this horse... and his boots.
Horse= the heels have been able to be trimmed back, getting rid of toe, better strides, happier disposition
Boots= *asplode*
I found out just how bored C and O got at Doc's during "bad weather." Calypso so so "spacey" because she had to spend her time in that disgusting stall. To cope, she developed a way of seclusion. She just inverted into her own little world I suppose. She's much more alert now though, and reasonable.
Onyx took to stall kicking to express his angst. D= At least he didn't crib, right?
Performance: Getting good at the walk, not a rusher or a star gazer (like some think her conformation suggests). She attempted to trot for half a second (in retrospect, I believe I was actually getting a half second of gaiting- yay!), but did not feel balanced enough so she went back to a brisk walk. Her transition was seemless, I wouldn't have noticed had it not being for her passing objects by faster (and after feeling her trot afterwards, that was not a walk-trot transition!). Ever since she's had her last lesson she's developed the habit of head tossing because she'd rather walk than stand still. I've mostly nipped it. I tried going against my normal "ways" and trying someone else's technique of being a bit more heavy handed and demanding and then rewarding her with a light aid, but that method doesn't work for either of our learning styles and almost put us back a step. Thus, I went back to "my way" and she's doing quite nicely. Towards the end she was standing still for longer periods of time, so that's progress. I think it is clear she is comfortable with how things are going. She is in need of work for standing for mounting, but at least she no longer spooks at the mounting block, just impatience. I've trained standing in greenies before, but that method too requires a heavier hand which just would not work for her style of learning. She is very good at turning, and I think she will be ready to learn the makings of a side pass soon (within 5-7 lessons). I don't think it will be hard to encourage her rack, she's already able to out-walk a jog. She's back nicely as well, her leading from the ground is perfect, so I've decided on a routine.
1. Take out of pasture and put into stall (so she gets all her poops out, this barn is strict about poo management)
2. Groom (mostly picking out hooves unless I feel like having a girl-girl-bonding-grooming session)
3. Leave for a few minutes while taking equipment down to arena (there's also a policy on putting tack away, and she's left in her stall to, as mentioned, get the poos out).
4. Take out of stall and down to arena
5. Longe for 2-10 minutes each side if needed ((right now I'm training her to know the work come, so we usually spend two minutes each side, we're also working on not going faster than a walk on the longe.))
Order and use of depends on what's up:
6. Get on
7. Designated lesson
8. Untack (if I'm in a rope halter and bareback like I sometimes am, this is basically skipped, lol)
9. Put longeline on and practice leading (I use the longeline to give her plenty of room behind me to decide to follow)
10. After satisfied, take off longeline and practice leading.
11. Turn out.
Yes, there is a cool down process (although the whole thing is cooling down since all we really do is walk. xD)
Next time: We're working on standing under saddle, a bit more work on transitions, and maybe some poles for variety.
Things to remember: A horse stops one hoof at a time, focus on each hoof.
Additional: Debbie feels that Calypso is looking much more relaxed and agrees that she's rounding nicely. she keeps hinting at me about using a saddle. I'm not 100% sure why, but I have some theories. Perhaps she doesn't think Calypso can handle a saddle ( though I repeated say I've had one on her and have left her with it on and no problem). Or maybe she thinks I can't handle her faster than a walk. I'm not bothered considering that I've done it before. Just two-three lessons ago another horse dropped his rider over a jump and spooked again at that and another jump being knocked down (by him, of course). He proceeded to gallop around and since I had plenty (for me) of time to think I decide to stay on her and see what happened. She was a calm onlooker until he, headed right for us, knocked over a cross rail he had jumped and spooked yet again. She balked and reared, tried to spin about, but I didn't let her. I believe she crow-hopped (which feels a lot different bareback), and then she proceeded a speedy back. Calmed her down, wasn't thrown, and that was that. So I'm assured I can handle the trot. ^.~
Maybe not a posting trot, but otherwise fine. x3 I am still debating if I'll use the saddle for her first canter. The chance of her trantioning into a gallop out of excitement or what have you makes stirrups seem like a plus. However, she won't even be advancing past a walk until we both feel that she responds properly and quickly to the halt and halt-halt. So with that theory, I really don't think it will be a concern.
She is not at all a star gazer under saddle, no matter how she moves at liberty. I am confident I can change that under muscling with proper work!
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Onyx is doing nicely, although he seems to be assassinating his boots! Over. and OVER. and OOOOVER again. xD He is soooo much happier here. BOY I can tell you the difference an extra 16 hours makes for this horse... and his boots.
Horse= the heels have been able to be trimmed back, getting rid of toe, better strides, happier disposition
Boots= *asplode*
I found out just how bored C and O got at Doc's during "bad weather." Calypso so so "spacey" because she had to spend her time in that disgusting stall. To cope, she developed a way of seclusion. She just inverted into her own little world I suppose. She's much more alert now though, and reasonable.
Onyx took to stall kicking to express his angst. D= At least he didn't crib, right?
Saturday, April 12, 2008
My Little Arabian
Right, so she's not really little. Almost 16hh. xD
Well, I refrained from posting here just because I wasn't sure how things would go, but I am so excited now that I need somewhere to share and this seems most relevant.
In the last three days I've advanced in training my mare to the point where I started putting weight on her back. My mom held her the first time and I just practiced with her. Nudging her back from the mounting block, throwing legs over a couple time. Leaning on her with on leg with most of my weight on the leg still on the mounting block. She seemed fine with it so I hopped on. It was great, she didn't do a thing. On the down side, she didn't do a thing. xD She didn't know how to move or anything, but I figured I'd just get on and off about three more times to make sure she was fine. Then I put her away to think about it, as she was very good. The next night I took her out again while some other boarders were around and got on her inside our "training paddock" and again she was fine. I hopped off instead of easing myself back onto the little object I used and she was perfectly still, so I did the same thing again- though that time she took a few tentative steps and decided weight felt weird and stood splay footed. Shortly after I got off since she was doing just fine and I'd managed to get on one more time than yesterday. And today was marvelous. I got on her two times in a row, and the last time decided to see how she'd react to me asking her to move. She was grand, started walking very carefully at first. One of the boarders reckoned it to her carrying a child. I think it could have been her being careful of me since we now have a strong bond, but I think it was mostly her not used to weight. xD So we continued and she was walking around quite nicely, I steered her and decided to see how she'd respond to leg aids. Turned like a dream, it was almost like riding an old pro, only this was her first real ride. xD We got to the point where all I had to do was look in the direction I wanted to go and she'd smoothly turn that was (and this was so amazing for me because I've ridden the kinds of horses that prefer to ignore their riders wishes most of the time xD). I think we're going to be great together. =3
Granted, I was pretty reckless for only riding in a rope halter and lead rope bareback, but I did have a brain bucket to protect my *stooopid* evil genes (don't worry, I won't pass them on). =D
So yeah, the most exciting part of my project. xD Feel free to waggle your finger or something, or give me some tips to work on things. I guess I did bite off more than I could chew and then chewed it. ^^
While we're at it, does anyone have any trailer loading TIPs? We're switching barns and I'd like to be prepared. o.o Also, she has issues being left tied to posts (like when I go to tack). She's perfect if I leave her with a rope over her neck and just walk away (yay, another thing I taught her lol), but that is because she can see me and others. =/
NOTE FROM THE FUTURE! =O
The barn I am at now has a completely different atmosphere. I'm not afraid to train in front of people, even if they think my methods are nutty. xD
Well, I refrained from posting here just because I wasn't sure how things would go, but I am so excited now that I need somewhere to share and this seems most relevant.
In the last three days I've advanced in training my mare to the point where I started putting weight on her back. My mom held her the first time and I just practiced with her. Nudging her back from the mounting block, throwing legs over a couple time. Leaning on her with on leg with most of my weight on the leg still on the mounting block. She seemed fine with it so I hopped on. It was great, she didn't do a thing. On the down side, she didn't do a thing. xD She didn't know how to move or anything, but I figured I'd just get on and off about three more times to make sure she was fine. Then I put her away to think about it, as she was very good. The next night I took her out again while some other boarders were around and got on her inside our "training paddock" and again she was fine. I hopped off instead of easing myself back onto the little object I used and she was perfectly still, so I did the same thing again- though that time she took a few tentative steps and decided weight felt weird and stood splay footed. Shortly after I got off since she was doing just fine and I'd managed to get on one more time than yesterday. And today was marvelous. I got on her two times in a row, and the last time decided to see how she'd react to me asking her to move. She was grand, started walking very carefully at first. One of the boarders reckoned it to her carrying a child. I think it could have been her being careful of me since we now have a strong bond, but I think it was mostly her not used to weight. xD So we continued and she was walking around quite nicely, I steered her and decided to see how she'd respond to leg aids. Turned like a dream, it was almost like riding an old pro, only this was her first real ride. xD We got to the point where all I had to do was look in the direction I wanted to go and she'd smoothly turn that was (and this was so amazing for me because I've ridden the kinds of horses that prefer to ignore their riders wishes most of the time xD). I think we're going to be great together. =3
Granted, I was pretty reckless for only riding in a rope halter and lead rope bareback, but I did have a brain bucket to protect my *stooopid* evil genes (don't worry, I won't pass them on). =D
So yeah, the most exciting part of my project. xD Feel free to waggle your finger or something, or give me some tips to work on things. I guess I did bite off more than I could chew and then chewed it. ^^
While we're at it, does anyone have any trailer loading TIPs? We're switching barns and I'd like to be prepared. o.o Also, she has issues being left tied to posts (like when I go to tack). She's perfect if I leave her with a rope over her neck and just walk away (yay, another thing I taught her lol), but that is because she can see me and others. =/
NOTE FROM THE FUTURE! =O
The barn I am at now has a completely different atmosphere. I'm not afraid to train in front of people, even if they think my methods are nutty. xD
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
P Squared
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I actually got an A. 26/28.... o.o This doesn't encourage me to work hard. xD Oh well! Mind you, this is an international program that is very time consuming and challenging.
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Friday, March 28, 2008
Taming of the Shrew
TODAY WAS PROGRESS!
FOAMY BE PRAISED!
FOAMY BE PRAISED!
So I went to the barn, this being after going to the chiro for a session and all the horses were in. I took out Onyx first, then KC for the first time (and since he was so well behaved, I'll be willing to take him out from now on), and Carlene last. Prior to taking her out to the paddock for real, I left her tied to the tack post to see how she'd do. The last time I had tied her was in the "working paddock" which is my round pen substitute. She was very well behaved, had a saddle and pad (no girth, don't have a proper fitting one yet) on with a rope tied to the fence in a quick-release knot. I proceeded to walk away, turning to make sure she was okay, and she was. This was also the same day that we worked on "giving to pressure" which was also sucessfully (though the first few times I had to use treats to get her to touch the ground with her nose, after that she got it).
This time (in retrospect) I believe the reason why she was so alarmed was because she could no longer see me (I went in the tack room to stock up on treats). I can only guess by how I found her and what I heard. She apparently started to dance around in tight loops as much as she could, and then she started to neigh frantically (and got even more worked up after she heard KC reply- or maybe it was Onyx, sounded like KC). Besides that, she actually did do pretty well. I can credit our "give to pressure" exercise to the fact that she didn't try to break away from the post (what a flimsy thing it is- which is also why I left an emergency rope on her in case she did break away).
After that, I set her loose with her boyfriend and Onyx for a while. She's a curious thing really, so very territorial. Onyx is not allowed to interact or be interacted with any other horse but Calypso. She makes sure of this. If a horse is chatting with him across the fence, she chases it off. If she can't make it go away, she herds him away, sometimes she manages to do both at the same time. =3 However, knowing KC longer she's even more territorial of him. So instead when she (WAY on the other side of the pasture) noticed Onyx and KC nosing, she comes charging down to chase Onyx away and herd KC off. So hilarious, that one. Some would say she's a real woman, but I'm nice enough to keep that hush-hush...right? =P
So I put on the rope halter and we practiced the giving to pressure exercise. I'm really proud of her, this time it took no treats for her to touch her nose to the ground, just patience and persistance. After I was satisfied, I took her outside the paddock (she was in the large one, with both O and KC) and decided we were going on a trail together. I didn't longe her, I'm trying to make sure it isn't a crutch for me and we just "do it." Believe me, on the way down the hill I kept thinking it was a mistake. And then I eventually corrected myself and remembered to think what I wanted her to do, how she was expected as a grown lady to act. She was too busy trying to high tail it back uphill for her buddies, but it helped me in that I didn't take any shit from her. We turned, I got after her ass when she broke away or bumped into me in a rude, pushy manner. I popped her ass and shoulder more than once, that's for sure. By popped, I mean I smacked her with the balled end of the lead, nothing painful, just the shock of the sound.
She certainly rebelled, she gave a low, half-hearted rear a few times (I actually got on her case about this and see how many times she'd do it before she learned she still had to listen, lol- whatever works?). Eventually, after she settled a bit, and we were nearly half way down the lower field, we encountered a peculiar thing. A blue stateline tack blanket was lying just outside of the field. I couldn't figure out of a horse threw it (suspiciously neat for such a thing), or if someone else was odd and trail rode out and then took the blanket off to collect for later. In any event, Calypso side-stepped it so I made sure to turn her around and make her look at it, touch her nose, and I even stuck a treat on it for her to find. Once I got her to touch it twice, we turned around, she got a pat, and we walked on (didn't want to over expose her and such). Actually, we trotted (I jogged) because I wanted her to release some of that pent up nervous energy, which she did, it was a good idea. =3
We made it to the forest and she was calmer, but still a bit too aware, I call it "hyper-focused." It's an annoying phenominom that my dog also does in regards to my aunt. Bah. Anywho, all things considered this was a huge MILESTONE in our relationship and my status as herd leader. HUGE, monumental even! Why, might you ask? The very first time I ever tried this, we barely made it down the hill to the lower pasture before we turned around and went back up. I couldn't control her, I didn't really want to pop her, she didn't want to go. It was a mess. My status was knocked down quite a bit that day. I was terrified out her, she's a big, grown arabian and I didn't stand a chance with her panicing. So not only was the way down hard, but the way back may of been even worse! This because she was anxious to high tail it back and I was anxious not to get dragged! So months later, doing this by myself, it was terrific. Fantastic!
So we get to the forest, and even if I wasn't tired, I made it a point to rest on a log and have her nose things. She found a few acorn shells and nibbled on those, and was otherwise fine (after a while of snorting and looking around like a freaky squirrel). So we eventually made off to the creek. I took a great risk by placing the rope down (though ready to grab it) and tying my bootlace and rolling up my jeans. I was lucky in that she had started to relax, and even took the opportunity to drink from the creek. I had her walk in a bit and then we just jogged right through each part. No hesitation, and she may of enjoyed it. I made it a point for her to walk up the hill, and when we reach the top we headed for the field.
At the rocks, I climbed on them to see how she went. WAY early in our experiences I climbed on a fence to see how she delt with someone above her. By combination of a creaky fence and an odd little person bossing her around for the first few times, she shied away. =3 This time, she was fine. A little hesitatant about positioning next to the rocks, but otherwise fine. I leaned on her once or twice, waved my arms (at which she took a slow step back, and you could tell she was thinking about this), and jumped up and down, then hopped off the rock and led her to the field.
I sat down and waited for her to relax. By now, Onyx would of been eating grass and trying to drag me away so he could get the best of the best, but she was busy looking all around, checking things out. I picked some blades and offered them to her, but she would have no part of it, even if she gobbled the meadow mints just after. xD Eventually, I lowered her head and coaxed her into at least nibbling. She only ate a tiny portion, but it was enough. After a bit, I decided it was getting late and I better head back. After all, Onyx and KC were still out. We headed to the rocks for a few more tests. I was THIS close to getting on her, but I checked myself. If I got thrown I was headed for rocks and logs with no helmet. =3; Been there, done that, Onyx threw me in almost the same spot and I blacked out. Lucky to not of died, though I did get a concussion. x3; I had pissed my mom off about that. She said I should have gone to the ER because the swelling could have killed me- I didn't know that. >.>
ANYWHO, wasn't risking it. So I just hopped about some more, threw my leg over with varying speed and weight. She was fine for everything. Did that step back and think thing again, but never took off. She's come a long way, for sure. A nice jogger woman with blonde hair, a light blue tee, black pants, and white sneakers asked if I needed any help holding her. xD I laughed and said no, she's never been ridden before and I was just testing her out. She said that Calypso was beautiful and I thank her. After a few more tests, we headed back.
Again, crossed with no problems, just before leaving the forest I made sure to think that we were firmly walking, and would do so calmly and orderly. And we did. She didn't even attempt to running away, or even speed up! They grow up so fast. ='D We passed the blanket, no side stepping that time, but we stopped and repeated the process anyway. I considered putting it on her back (she'd be good for it, so long as I was slow about it), but since I didn't know WHY it was there, I left it alone. At the top, I saw Bob with KC and she of course neighed to him (okay, maybe they do not grow up too fast....) and he neighed back. I tapped her a bit and made sure she behaved, but really I was looking at Onyx in the distance. He was just galloping to the gate and STOPPED (sliding stop) and REARED at the gate!!! He's never acted that way. So 1) he's more comfortable in the herd and is no longer a loner so much and 2) he's feeling MUCH better. MUCH, MUCH, MUCH better! xD In any event, Bob said he had been tearing around the pasture bucking and such, and I said an early goodbye after letting KC and Calypso exchange a hello so Onyx could have company and settle the hell down before someone complained. =P He's so cute though, he nickered to her when he saw her coming. xD So that's pretty much it. All was done, we relaxed, etc.
Onto the blanket mystery! It turns out a couple of boarders (the busybody, Linda, and the nice lady, Kirsten) had taken off all of the blankets (I COMMEND YOU!!!) because it was just too damn hot out. They must of forgotten to take that blanket up, and it happened to belong to Louie, an older and skinnier horse. Well Lisa (blanket and shaving freak) was naturally pissed off about this, but I wasn't going to rat Kirsten out, I like her (of course a different boarder managed to do that- why'd you open your trap?! Ah well...). So I just mentioned that I did see a blue blanket down there by the lower field. She thanked me and went with Doc in the truck to go get it and put it on the old guy. =3
The end? Almost. After a bit more waiting, I went up to bring the horses down. Onyx went into his stall first, i put two treats in his bucket (insta-gobbled!) and then left. When I went to get Calyspo, she was talking with KC (Bob had walked over) on the other side of the training paddock. Well I wasn't concerned, she wasn't going to run anywhere, so I just went up to the gate and started to unlock it.
Well, she did the most heart-warming thing she's ever done thus far. She walked over to me. Why is this so heartwarming? I say this ALL the time because it's true. KC and Calypso are "critically attached" in the annoying buddy-sour sort of way. CONJOINED TWINS. Anywho, when free, she hangs with him, no doubts about it. However, in the middle of me unlocking the gate, she came right over to me and stood there waiting patiently for me to take her out. It was so cute. She choose me over him. =3 Any other time she would of stuck with him, perhaps even side stepped away from me to not be caught, but this time she chose to come. So cool and I can really tell we're going to have fun trailing together. =3 So I semi-rewarded her by walking her back over to him (had to switch halters anywho), and then we left no problem. =D
The end! xP
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Shinanigans
Well, after quite a bit of time in between, Sammi and I managed to get together so she could help me with Calypso's training. The last time she was out, I had ridden Onyx bareback and we both got quite the unwanted work out (let's just say he was seriously considering bucking me twice at least). We worked with Calypso while Doc and whoever else spectated (BAH) and given my extreme anxiety disorder, I was tense and Calypso could probably sense it, whoops. xD; We didn't even get the bit in once, but that's okay. We walked her around a bit and she determined that when I got on her, she wouldn't be sure what I wanted her to do, so teaching her voice commands for movement would make her more confident.
She also felt that dipping the bit in coke would help her, so I'll have to try. =3 Because of said anxiety (performance anxiety is what my mom calls it, I hate that term though- reminds me of a dude who can't get a stiffy for his gal), I put Calypso away instead of working with her more so Doc would leave me the hell alone.
A while after Sammi left, Dawn surprised me by popping up at the barn and dropping off Onyx's new boots. =3 But then he had rubs from the old ones and they must stay off for a bit.
Also, I found out Laura is REALLY into the Parelli scene. I kind of want to convert her to "anything but," but whatever... I can resist. Her horses are broke, so whatever helps her. At least that explains why she suddenly purchased a round pen.
ETA
I later found out the round pen is 60 ft, and I think I will invest in a 50-60 one myself, it is plenty big.
She also felt that dipping the bit in coke would help her, so I'll have to try. =3 Because of said anxiety (performance anxiety is what my mom calls it, I hate that term though- reminds me of a dude who can't get a stiffy for his gal), I put Calypso away instead of working with her more so Doc would leave me the hell alone.
A while after Sammi left, Dawn surprised me by popping up at the barn and dropping off Onyx's new boots. =3 But then he had rubs from the old ones and they must stay off for a bit.
Also, I found out Laura is REALLY into the Parelli scene. I kind of want to convert her to "anything but," but whatever... I can resist. Her horses are broke, so whatever helps her. At least that explains why she suddenly purchased a round pen.
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I later found out the round pen is 60 ft, and I think I will invest in a 50-60 one myself, it is plenty big.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
So Yesterday
UGH. Horrid. Well I did write down what had happened, but now that I am going back to publish this WEEKS later, I can't find said paper and don't remember anything worth a damn. XD
What I do remember is that I was throughly upset, I had messed up Calypso's training and felt as if whatever connection we had gained, I had just sacrificed. It was depressing, really. It was a Wednesday I believe, and I had been determined to do the very thing I thought I shouldn't have. I rushed her. I wanted her to tolerate everything immediately and to my absolute standard. Needless to say, I ended up not accomplishing anything. I had wanted her to be completely tolerant of the whip, so I walked her around it on the ground, whipped it back and forth on her back (which sent her flying each and every time and I couldn't figure out why she wasn't accepting it [dduurr]). So yeah, made an ass out of myself and I confused animal out of my horse. xD
What I do remember is that I was throughly upset, I had messed up Calypso's training and felt as if whatever connection we had gained, I had just sacrificed. It was depressing, really. It was a Wednesday I believe, and I had been determined to do the very thing I thought I shouldn't have. I rushed her. I wanted her to tolerate everything immediately and to my absolute standard. Needless to say, I ended up not accomplishing anything. I had wanted her to be completely tolerant of the whip, so I walked her around it on the ground, whipped it back and forth on her back (which sent her flying each and every time and I couldn't figure out why she wasn't accepting it [dduurr]). So yeah, made an ass out of myself and I confused animal out of my horse. xD
Friday, March 7, 2008
She's Too Young
Many a time I have seen a profession trainer break their horse out all in one day, some even boast they can do it in less than a day. I personally think this is too much stress for an unhandled horse such as Calypso. It would be exposure to tack, scary things, noises, strange objects, all of which a horse like her has not had the previous experiences with. She would not take to the idea, and whatever lesson was meant would simply fall short. Because of this, I have determined to take things slowly. She is, for some reason that eludes me, headshy. I cannot determine if this is because of abuse in her life, or if she simply was not taught to tolerate hands. It could be a little of both. So it is this shyness I recide to work on. After touching her face and rubbing all areas I could, I determined she is particularly uncomfortable with her ears being handled. No good, no good at all. How am I supposed to ride her if I can't even get a bridle over her ears, forget the bit in her mouth!
So that's the goal. Work up our trust and tolerance. =D
P.S.
Damn that Lifetime.
So that's the goal. Work up our trust and tolerance. =D
P.S.
Damn that Lifetime.
Monday, March 3, 2008
A Prelude to Spring
Time to catch up on recent events!
I decided to rename this project from Some Hallowed Day to Taming of the Shrew though, way funnier.
Some Hallowed Day can just apply to training in general.I decided about a week and a half ago to dump my current farrier and take Onyx out of his shoes. I also decided a month (give or take) ago to buy Calypso. A lot of people would view her as being bought for more than her worth, but we'll see... I am perfectly aware of everything this decision had entailed. Back to the trimmer. Onyx, according to the trimmers, has navicular, but they assured me that with both new and old research that navicular had nothing to do with the navicular bone, but instead had to do with extreme pain in the heel. He is now on the road to recovery (should take six months, give or take) and is enjoying his boots and new found barefoot trim. Calypso (as far as I know) had received minimal or no farrier or vet care, and her hooves had been left to their own devices, making the toes long. Now they are back to normal though. Since then, I have trained Calypso about three times now, and each time has been an improvement upon the other, as it should be. This journal entry has taken me almost a week to finish, which is why I've yet to update on the others. Now you are all caught up. =D
Yesterday, the 2nd of March, I had the trimmer (I keep writing farrier by habit, but there is a difference) come out for another session on Onyx's hooves (for free, as this was a continuation of last weeks trim). I had thought this was for both Onyx and Calypso, so she had been left in as well as him (and I quote "because you wouldn't be able to catch her once she as out"- wtf). So naturally she was not a happy horse, being away from KC and then watching Onyx leave so she was truly alone. I lead Onyx to the ties in the upper barn, but opted to have him on the grass by the forever-stagnant trailer. We just wanted a flat spot where he would be comfortable. Unfortunately, Doc followed in his truck (along with Rusty and Lisa in tow). Though this is a hypocritical statement, I really do wish they would stop watching. The trimmers may not of cared, but I hate it. I suppose it is my ever-present stage fright, I enjoy not being noticed for the most part, it is easier to observe and think. In any event, they left with the hounds to go foxhunting (taking advantage of the first of spring, I assume). Shortly after a rather annoying would-be lecture I found from the trimmer that if Calypso stays at Doc's (with no pasture board), then she will no longer be trimming her, but instead putting me in touch with someone who would. My mom is also pushing for a place with pasture board, so I might as well take a look around. That didn't annoy me so much though, I do want to see if I can find something better. Rather, annoyed me was her suggesting I shouldn't keep Onyx, and that traveling out to see him would just not be worth it. I completely disagree with that and I had to desperately hold me tongue to keep myself from giving her a straight forward talking to. She also suggested that even though she didn't know what I paid for Calypso, but I probably overpaid. My feelings are that she would be a good foundation mare in a breeding program and I hope to have her in foal in 8 or so years. I feel she will be able to "pay me back" for her purchase price in later years, and even if she doesn't, money isn't an issue as she is my birthday present, and think people should butt the hell out to say the least. I also realise it may be a tad hypocritical to breed her, but we'll see. It has already been decided that if the third generation is not exceptional, I will stop and review. But I digress...
Upon the trimmer leaving, I was left alone with Onyx and Calypso still running about in the arena. Shortly after, I took Onyx out, leaving Calypso to her own frantic devices, so as to put his boots on and turn him out in the field. When she saw him leaving, she naturally became even more insistent on being out in the pasture (a consequence of turning them out together so she could get attached to him). In any event, I grabbed her and in a split second decision (no one to spy on me) I chose to free-longe her. The smaller, first paddock was taken up by a pony named Munchkin and a pinto Arabian yearling filly named Kahlua. Kahlua was in heat this day of all days, and little Munchkin took it upon himself to attempt mounting her. I may have never been more disgusted in my life (what with her squirting all in his face, the mounting, the squealing- at least they enjoyed it). But alas and alack, this is something I will have to get used to given my chosen career and my desire to breed quality horses. Given the situation, I had to compromise and use the middle paddock. Now, I had avoided using this paddock previously because I felt it wouldn't allow me enough control. In retrospect, the paddock I preferred was actually the more compromising one, given the short distance and tighter turns. The other boarders can have that- to hell with it, I've found something better! xD
So I put her in the paddock, got my equipment and took her appearance in. She was honestly ragged. Sweating all over from working herself into a fine frenzy, but not sweating enough to discourage me from working with her. This just meant this was a fine day to be working together! Nothing but the occasional gentle (and welcome) breeze and the sun overhead. It wasn't hard to get her moving, all that took was a crack of the longe whip. What took a while was getting back in the groove of longeing, the time it took to actually feel her out. Once we were in tune though, things started working out for the better. I worked on her turning shoulder-in as soon as I felt she was ready. I still haven't been able to get these consistently (and I admit I did not push at it), so this is something I will have to review and prepare for the next session. However, my goal was to just get her to pay attention to me, and to re-establish myself as leader. So about we went, up until that one moment that no matter how many times it happens will never get old. When she stops, and I stop. When we look at each other, she lowers her head, chews, and takes a few tentative steps towards me. "Let's talk this over," her eyes say as they stare curiously, aloof.
I make my way over to her, taking care to be even- not too fast, not too slow, always easing in from the side. Since the first moment I have done this, she has always contemplated running. I see it in her wide eyes that flutter about in rhythm to her large ears. I see it in her raised head that snakes back and forth as if she is taking in the directions she could flee. I see it in her tense body as she rocks back on her hind end. But most of all I feel it, I feel it as her heavy breath comes not just from the cease of running, but from the nervousness of "what happens next?" And then I touch her. Time stands still as she lowers her head onto my chest and gives a sigh of relief. She allows me to pat her forehead, rub her sensitive ears, and offer light coos of reassurance that this is indeed the right choice. And then in an instant time catches up and she too is up again, fluttering about, unsure if she should stay or go.
The choice is hers, and I yearn for her to choose to stay with me, to follow me as I turn around and walk away. I glance over my shoulder and my heart warms as she takes slow, deliberate steps towards me, eyes and ears still flickering about. We continue to walk like this, with her following at my heels until I am satisfied that her attention is honestly and truly on me. Whenever she responded to the calls of her herd mate, I took the offensive and stayed just on her heels to make my views perfectly clear (in normal longeing I give her considerable distance and am satisfied if she keeps up pace and attention). Until she no longer turns at every noise the little couple next door makes. Until she no longer turns to neigh a reply to her critically attached herd mate. Abbrubtly, I stop and turn to face her side. She looks down at me quizically, desire to avoid me still fresh in her face. I stand and stare up at her head and into her eyes (admittedly rude fashion in horse language) as I try to work out a way to communicate that I want her to turn away from me. She is excellent at turning with and toward me, and I suspect this is because of whatever previous training she has had, but we've yet to successfully make a turn where I move in her direction and she moves away. I recall a technique I had seen used with Jay O Jay, a Canadian horse trainer, and figure if I am at a loss for ideas it wouldn't hurt to try his. I move towards her and raise my hand to her eye, shaking it as rhthymically as a belly dancer and as she shies away I follow until I am satisfied with the number of steps she has taken to the right. I stop and pet her, reassuring her that she won't have to worry. I then go back to walking away from the mare and having her follow me, she could use something familiar and safe-feeling after that little experience. We repeat this exercise, switching from towards me and away from me until I no longer have to use my hands, but instead exagerate my leg movement. We do this until I was satisfied with her timings compared to how light my aids are.
By now, she no longer insists upon neighing to her fatally attached companion in the field, and her attention is on me as I wish. When she does respond, I opt to make things are clear as possible. You see, in normal free longeing I make sure my legs are in the position I find most horses understand (hard to really describe, but it is the body language that doesn't confuse them), and I also try to be as close to the middle as the paddock allows, I also did not care about her pace, as long as she didn't crash into a fence, and did not walk. This was not so when she dared to neigh, I kept on her heels quite adimantly and kept the pace fairly quick. It was very clear though, and after two rounds of this she was smart enough to ignore her friend's calls. Not even the indication of turning to look. It was at this time that I started finding out which areas of her body she was uncertain about. The main issue in this is that whoever trained her last had her following so well that following was all she did, she didn't know what a signal for standing in place was. It wasn't so hard to work out though, as I would simply follow her side as she turned to try and face me- up until she finally gives in and stands still. Working down her body from one side to the other, neck to legs, to tail, and back again. Places I do not trust to touch myself, I first touch with the whip. She dances away from it at first, but soon learns to accept this too, and even rests a leg and lowers her head (though she quickly swerves it around to look at what I am doing). Calypso has a sensitive underbelly, has trouble responding to pressure on her shoulder, hates her head being handled (it is a wonder a new halter was placed on her- probably done in her stall), loathes the whisp of the whip as it moves, and was generally found the whole process of patting, poking, and light tapping unpleasant at best, but I am sure with time this will become more pleasurable (at least the patting). She is still unsure of what is happening, but she is trusting enough to stay and tolerate what I do.
Upon the trimmer leaving, I was left alone with Onyx and Calypso still running about in the arena. Shortly after, I took Onyx out, leaving Calypso to her own frantic devices, so as to put his boots on and turn him out in the field. When she saw him leaving, she naturally became even more insistent on being out in the pasture (a consequence of turning them out together so she could get attached to him). In any event, I grabbed her and in a split second decision (no one to spy on me) I chose to free-longe her. The smaller, first paddock was taken up by a pony named Munchkin and a pinto Arabian yearling filly named Kahlua. Kahlua was in heat this day of all days, and little Munchkin took it upon himself to attempt mounting her. I may have never been more disgusted in my life (what with her squirting all in his face, the mounting, the squealing- at least they enjoyed it). But alas and alack, this is something I will have to get used to given my chosen career and my desire to breed quality horses. Given the situation, I had to compromise and use the middle paddock. Now, I had avoided using this paddock previously because I felt it wouldn't allow me enough control. In retrospect, the paddock I preferred was actually the more compromising one, given the short distance and tighter turns. The other boarders can have that- to hell with it, I've found something better! xD
So I put her in the paddock, got my equipment and took her appearance in. She was honestly ragged. Sweating all over from working herself into a fine frenzy, but not sweating enough to discourage me from working with her. This just meant this was a fine day to be working together! Nothing but the occasional gentle (and welcome) breeze and the sun overhead. It wasn't hard to get her moving, all that took was a crack of the longe whip. What took a while was getting back in the groove of longeing, the time it took to actually feel her out. Once we were in tune though, things started working out for the better. I worked on her turning shoulder-in as soon as I felt she was ready. I still haven't been able to get these consistently (and I admit I did not push at it), so this is something I will have to review and prepare for the next session. However, my goal was to just get her to pay attention to me, and to re-establish myself as leader. So about we went, up until that one moment that no matter how many times it happens will never get old. When she stops, and I stop. When we look at each other, she lowers her head, chews, and takes a few tentative steps towards me. "Let's talk this over," her eyes say as they stare curiously, aloof.
I make my way over to her, taking care to be even- not too fast, not too slow, always easing in from the side. Since the first moment I have done this, she has always contemplated running. I see it in her wide eyes that flutter about in rhythm to her large ears. I see it in her raised head that snakes back and forth as if she is taking in the directions she could flee. I see it in her tense body as she rocks back on her hind end. But most of all I feel it, I feel it as her heavy breath comes not just from the cease of running, but from the nervousness of "what happens next?" And then I touch her. Time stands still as she lowers her head onto my chest and gives a sigh of relief. She allows me to pat her forehead, rub her sensitive ears, and offer light coos of reassurance that this is indeed the right choice. And then in an instant time catches up and she too is up again, fluttering about, unsure if she should stay or go.
The choice is hers, and I yearn for her to choose to stay with me, to follow me as I turn around and walk away. I glance over my shoulder and my heart warms as she takes slow, deliberate steps towards me, eyes and ears still flickering about. We continue to walk like this, with her following at my heels until I am satisfied that her attention is honestly and truly on me. Whenever she responded to the calls of her herd mate, I took the offensive and stayed just on her heels to make my views perfectly clear (in normal longeing I give her considerable distance and am satisfied if she keeps up pace and attention). Until she no longer turns at every noise the little couple next door makes. Until she no longer turns to neigh a reply to her critically attached herd mate. Abbrubtly, I stop and turn to face her side. She looks down at me quizically, desire to avoid me still fresh in her face. I stand and stare up at her head and into her eyes (admittedly rude fashion in horse language) as I try to work out a way to communicate that I want her to turn away from me. She is excellent at turning with and toward me, and I suspect this is because of whatever previous training she has had, but we've yet to successfully make a turn where I move in her direction and she moves away. I recall a technique I had seen used with Jay O Jay, a Canadian horse trainer, and figure if I am at a loss for ideas it wouldn't hurt to try his. I move towards her and raise my hand to her eye, shaking it as rhthymically as a belly dancer and as she shies away I follow until I am satisfied with the number of steps she has taken to the right. I stop and pet her, reassuring her that she won't have to worry. I then go back to walking away from the mare and having her follow me, she could use something familiar and safe-feeling after that little experience. We repeat this exercise, switching from towards me and away from me until I no longer have to use my hands, but instead exagerate my leg movement. We do this until I was satisfied with her timings compared to how light my aids are.
By now, she no longer insists upon neighing to her fatally attached companion in the field, and her attention is on me as I wish. When she does respond, I opt to make things are clear as possible. You see, in normal free longeing I make sure my legs are in the position I find most horses understand (hard to really describe, but it is the body language that doesn't confuse them), and I also try to be as close to the middle as the paddock allows, I also did not care about her pace, as long as she didn't crash into a fence, and did not walk. This was not so when she dared to neigh, I kept on her heels quite adimantly and kept the pace fairly quick. It was very clear though, and after two rounds of this she was smart enough to ignore her friend's calls. Not even the indication of turning to look. It was at this time that I started finding out which areas of her body she was uncertain about. The main issue in this is that whoever trained her last had her following so well that following was all she did, she didn't know what a signal for standing in place was. It wasn't so hard to work out though, as I would simply follow her side as she turned to try and face me- up until she finally gives in and stands still. Working down her body from one side to the other, neck to legs, to tail, and back again. Places I do not trust to touch myself, I first touch with the whip. She dances away from it at first, but soon learns to accept this too, and even rests a leg and lowers her head (though she quickly swerves it around to look at what I am doing). Calypso has a sensitive underbelly, has trouble responding to pressure on her shoulder, hates her head being handled (it is a wonder a new halter was placed on her- probably done in her stall), loathes the whisp of the whip as it moves, and was generally found the whole process of patting, poking, and light tapping unpleasant at best, but I am sure with time this will become more pleasurable (at least the patting). She is still unsure of what is happening, but she is trusting enough to stay and tolerate what I do.
After all of this, the opportunity arouse to take her on a trail with some accompanying riders. I had tried once before to walk her alone (whoops, this was before I even considered buying her) and let's just say it wasn't a situation I would run to with open arms. Still, I was more confident and the prospect of people around to help if something went wrong was appealing. So off we set, I on foot, and walked a distance I never though I could bear. It must of only been a mile or so, if that, but it was a mile I took on no breakfast or food within 7-12 hours, and only one sip of water on a hot day in boots. The path was horrendous for me, up and down, and up and down, and through the river, over the rocks and into the mud, then back on level ground only to meet once more with mud mixed with rocks. All of this on foot, trying to keep up with an arabian mare who truly set a pace for me. If I could of ridden her, I have no doubt we would of been the ones leading the way. I have to say, I have a new found appreciation for the gelding I lease who loyaly hauled my ass through these very paths! xD I am very proud of her though, she is much calmer that I ever gave her credit for- she did things her field buddy would cringe and crow hop at, all without batting an eye. She jumped a log, jumped a puddle (she was nervous, or would have crossed it normally, but I cannot fault her for she did cross it without other hesitation), saw cars (6 or so feet away in an area where they give no warning and just "appear"), crossed a road, saw a bike (1-2 feet away), heard some dogs, passed some dogs (fair distance away), fell far behind her companions when I started to get exhausted, and did all of this without any acting up. Her only downfall during the entire process was that she was hard to manage as we just left the barn and up until entering the forest, and then upon leaving the forest and seeing the barn. This is just being barn sour (can't blame her when she hasn't been trailed in probably years), and it is something we will definately nip. I have no other complaints though, she was otherwise an angel on Earth.
I let her cool down (though she actually wasn't sweating), walked her about, put her in her stall and left as my mom had arrived and I could not stay any longer (not that I wanted to, I was ready to pass out just as we were almost out of the forest- I had to push myself with the knowledge that we were almost there). I really did pay for that hike though. As soon as I was in the car, the adreniline must of left me. I had a massive headache, could barely move, was starving, and generally felt lousy. I know I should have turned back, but I didn't see any more logic in going down an unfamiliar path alone with a mare who may or may not like the idea of being seperated from the other horses we were following any more so than what I was already doing. Stick to the dangers you know was my theory. As soon as I got home, I ate a bit, drank a lot, and then passed out in my bed while "watching" V for Vendetta (great move BTW, never read the graphic novel). I awoke a few hours later to discover that I couldn't walk.
You see, I have this annoying and unknown condition in my lower back that acts up for reasons unknown. It is like my tail bone in pinching a never so deep that if you were to poke at the general area, you still could not reach the source. My only theory is that I fell on my ass a few too many times on blacktop as a child and damaged my tail bone or something. It is a peculiar thing, it usually appears when I have too much intense exercise, but not always. Some days I can ride for an hour and be fine, other days I can ride for a half an hour and come home limping. My mom has arranged for me to see a chiropracter though, as this was my worst case in a long time (truly imobile short of hopping or an annoyingly and painfully pronounced limp). But that is a price I am willing to pay, especially for the knowledge that Calypso will have no problem adjust to be the trail mare I bought her to be.
Friday, January 18, 2008
First Day of Art I Learned
-In the long wrong, being a professional digital artist is just as expensive as being a traditional one (what with memory, cost of prints, etc)
-There are better colored pencils than prisma (forgot the brand though lol)
-Traditional practice really aids digital pieces
-There are better colored pencils than prisma (forgot the brand though lol)
-Traditional practice really aids digital pieces
Up and at 'Em
This is just a follow up account to my main blog. It will only be horse and art related here, where as there I am whatever the fuck I feel like. =3
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