Join Date: Jun 2011
Location: Somewhere in Australia
I honestly wish that someone had shown my mother this when she brought my first horse. She was eight, green, and I was eight and even greener. And I'm suprised that I never broke anything. She went off the advice of my old instructer, who did the wrong thing by us in selling her to us. She was such a nightmare, and me being the only horsey one in the family, had to deal with it. I now know how to do a fair bit of ground work, and play dominance games, all through trial and error. But urg she was a terror to own.
I find it funny, as I read your post, as I've found myself in a similar sitution, except said horse somehow found it's way to me, I wasn't even looking. I'm not a begginer rider, but I a begginer trainer, and I've learnt loads, but doing it yourself is tough.
Wherever man has left his footprint in the long ascent from barbarism to civilization we will find the hoofprint of the horse beside it. ~John Moore