Join Date: Sep 2009
Location: northern arkansas
Rode today, BRRRR!
We went over to the burned house to see if I could find the rasp so I could trim Toms hooves, no such luck, I remembered that I left it I the front room... which is now a few feet of ash and a collapsed charred roof so I did not find anything. They will be fine until I buy another rasp, it was mostly cosmetic anyway.
Tom surprised me. I worked on ground manners first and he was just a little sticky with the "back" command without me toughing him, but after a little work with the carrot stick he loosened up and started backing very well. I worked on him disengaging his hindquarters, dropping at the poll with rope pressure(he has it down pat if I use my fingers just needed to wean him off having to have them) , roll backs, bending, stopping, and we worked a lot on suppling exercises, he tends to be a little stiff. Overall he did amazing, though a c- for his lunging manners, has not quite got that down.
Satin is a monster horse lol. The whole while I was working Tom I kept having to yell at her to get her out everything. She tried to eat her leadrope, the blanket, Toms headstall that I had layed on the ground for a minute. She knocked the saddle off the fence, tried to pull the pad into the water trough... GAH. And of course she is moms horse so I can do nothing with her. I couldn't just take Tom out of the pasture to ride because mom doesn't want her to freak out and hurt herself trying to get to him...AGGRAVATING.
I was refilling the water trough and knew it would take a few minutes so I decided I would give Tom a little grooming. I hadn't left the halter on so I could catch him so we had a lesson in being caught... I felt ridiculous out there chasing him like a team penning horse with a calf... He decided he wanted to turn away from me when I approached him so I smacked him on the rear with the lead and made him leave the corner and Satin (he has a favorite corner), then would not let him get back to his beloved corner or stop moving, if he wanted to be difficult so was I. It took maybe 2 or 3 minuted of me running back and forth before he decided to stop, drop his head, lick his lips, and stand there so I could catch him. Then I just groomed and unhaltered and let them be.
I miss being around them all the time...
Ω Horses are a projection of peoples dreams Ω