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    01-11-2012, 12:11 AM
Listen to the color of your dreams


I think of our life together as a dandelion seed caught in the wind. We don't know where we are going, or when and where we will land, but we do know we are going somewhere. And that is what keeps me going, keeps me through the thick and thin. We will be going somewhere in life, together.

When we started life together, it was a accident waiting to happen. I was a person who had rode like a total of 10 times in her whole entire life, had never taken a lesson, and never rode a misbehaving horse. And he was a rescued 5 year old, who when he started getting fed properly, turned into a high energy, crazy little 5 year old. That first day, when he was brought home, I don't know if I had ever felt so much... love, surging through me. But I don't know if I have ever felt so let down after having him for a while either.

When my monster got fat enough to ride, the rides where nightmares. I didnt have a trainer, it was just me, and the horse. I would saddle up, and when I tightened the girth, he would turn into a bucking fit while being tied to the hitching post. He would buck, bite, kick, and just have a flip out. I would be chattering, literally I was shaking out of fear of getting on him. But I knew that I just couldnt sit back and watch this horse turn crazy, while I sat in the house. I mean, cmon, he was the thing I had wanted the most! A HORSE! So, after his crazy fit, I would untie him, and fight with him for like 5 minutes trying to get his bridle on. I would fight, and fight, until I was near giving up when he would let me slip the bit in.

Getting on him was a nerve racker, I would fling myself up on him before he had a chance to try and walk away, and as soon as I was up, he was off. He would run across his pasture, while I hauled back on the reins. When I did finally get control of him we rode around uselessly, and benifitlessly for about 15 minutes. During that time he would pop off the ground whenever he didnt get his way. Never a full blown rear, but he would pop, and that was high enough for me.

After about 5 of those rides, I was scared to death. It doesnt sound bad, at all, but to me, who had never rode, it was a nightmare. After the rides were over I would be shaking, my teeth would be chattering, and I would be a wreck.

Every ride was the same, the same pops, the same bolting, the same throwing head, (high enough to pop me in the nose) the same pinned ears when asked to do anything, the same annoyance at life.

He wasnt getting any better after about 20 rides, and having for about 3 months. And I was starting to wonder what in the world I had gotten myself into. He wasnt reachable, you could spend however long grooming him, and he would sit their, ears PINNED ALL THE WAY back, and stand their. Whenever you neared his face he would bite. Whenever you stood by his rear, he would kick. Whenever you went out to the pasture with treats, he would still turn and run away from you. He was mad at life, and mad at people. He was aggressive around food, to where I was scared to feed him, he was a little monster, plain and simple. I would walk back to the house in tears, thinking that my dream horse had turned out to be a living nightmare, and that I would have to give up. I had no other choice. I was only a teen, and green at horses and riding, and he was a baby, and green at riding, and mad at life. We did NOT match.

I was riding him on a spring day, and we were riding around our little area set aside for riding (duh ) and he popped off the ground, and whirled to go home. I pulled back on the reins, and he threw up his head, then he started bucking, in a stand still. He bucked, and bucked, and when he was done, I was on his rear as if I had been riding double. I slid off him, jelly legs, and walked him home. It was the first time he had ever really put a effort into his bucks, and it scared the living life out of me, and scared all my courage away.
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    01-11-2012, 09:00 PM

Having my first rides on a psycho path horse wasnt a good idea. It wasnt safe in the least bit, but I kept pushing on. After he bucked me nearly off, riding him turned into something I dreaded, like a chore. It wasnt a enjoyable time, at all. I would worry the whole entire ride about what he was going to do. As the bucking fits came more, and more often, and his rears got higher everyday.

He was at a pretty good weight, and surely feeling his oats. He was THEE biggest monster I had ever came across in the horse world.

Since I had bought him, I hadnt taken him on a trail ride off the property, we just stayed near home, as I trusted him like I would trust a mass murdered with my life. He seemed so pissed at everything, especially me. No one seemed to really pay us any worry at home, all I heard was "he'll get better." "You just don't know how to ride." "He is a young ARAB!" It drove me insane. So, anyhow, I took him out on a trail ride, and the whole ride was good, until we got to a pasture... He took off, I flew off with the power of his bucks, and I lye their, breathless. I caught him later after I got up, and rode him home. He had finally bucked me clean off. My heart was nearly in shreds when I got home that day.

Family didnt help either, instead of encouragement, all I got was "You need to sell the horse, he is to crazy for you" And it was true, I DID need to sell him. But I couldnt part with the devil of my life, it was impossible. He was the thing I had always wanted the most in the life. And giving him up seemed not possible.

So, after he succeeded in bucking me off, I decided to take a break from riding, and go to ground work, and work his butt on some lunging, and ground manners, BEFORE I sold him.
    01-11-2012, 09:12 PM
I am waiting for the conclusion of this story. Love the title.
    01-12-2012, 08:23 PM

So, that's exactly what I did. I did ground work, for about one month. Ground work, lunging, jumping in hand, trotting in hand, and etc. Was something I had absolutely no clue about. So, when I was training him how to lunge, it was like the blind leading the blind.

It was pathetic to watch us outside, me trying to train him. Training a horse who had never done ground work, never been lunged, and me, who had never done any of it either, was strange.

His attitude didnt change when I started ground training, at all. He still seemed mad, and un happy. But by this time, he was at a good weight, and crazy like nothing else.

So many days I would come back from ground training, ready to give up. I couldnt do it, I could not train a horse. Life was miserable, I knew I had to give up, I knew he had to move on. Things just werent right.

My parents told me I needed to sell him, he was to dangerous. When they told me that, I was nearly in tears, how could I give up? How?

This horse had already been through hell, twice. And somehow emerged whole. And I was going to pass him on? I was worried, as he was, well, sorta ugly with his extremely long winter coat, bad attitude, and horrible riding qualities. I was worried someone wouldnt want him, and send him to slaughter. Send him.

About a month into the ground work, that horse was lunging perfectly, walking, and jumping, and trotting in hand perfectly, and not just that, something was changing. He started seeming... eager to be around me, seemed to start enjoying my company, my heart was soaring above the world.

When the day came to ride him again, he was simply an angel. A month since I had rode last, and I was on him, without one single problem.

I came to realize how much he actually hated the bit, so I switched to a sidepull, that immidiatly solved his 'popping' off the ground, and head throwing. He was riding miraculously in a sidepull. He was stopping 100 times better, neck reining like a pro, and seemed easier to ride.

So, after our ground work exersion, his attitude had changed, nearly a overnight attitude change.

We still hadnt been able to ride bareback (He had never been rode bareback in his life before) We still hadnt jumped, (Never been jumped before either) and we were still basically plodding around aimlessly, but my heart soared at his attitude change.

The more I was around him, the more I seen the trust, love, and devotion I had always dreamed of. It was something only in my craziest dreams. And here it was, shown to me.

Knowing that a horse who had been through hell, was actually putting trust in me was something that awestruck me whenever I thought about it.

I started leaving him everyday, with a smile on my face, and a high spirit. Compared to leaving him crying.

I started riding him a lot, and his riding had strnagely turned nearly perfect. He didnt pop off the ground, did not buck, did not bolt, no head tossing, and all his energy was simply controlled with a bitless bridle.

I think one of our highest points in life, was when I hopped on him bareback, for the first time, and we cantered home. It was the real breakthrough. I knew then, that giving him up was not a option, that he was worth the world to me. He was the horse in my dreams.
    01-12-2012, 08:26 PM
Originally Posted by tinyliny    
I am waiting for the conclusion of this story. Love the title.
I am so glad someone is reading this! Thank you
    04-16-2012, 03:42 PM

After that bareback ride, everything started happening so quickly, he was truly turning into a amazing horse of a thing, and was making my life 100 times better.

Months later, my horse wasn't even the same horse as he was before, he had completely changed, everything about him was different.

Now, I have owned him for over a year, and... I don't know how I could ever thank him for giving himself to me... He is just... so different... I wish I could put it in words.... The change he went through, were... amazing... Rusty, my love, your not even the same horse anymore <3

*From this time on, any entries in this journal will be current things happening in our life*

This is my love on the first day I bought him, and the next photo was about 2 weeks ago (Sorry about the opposite sides, it was the most recent one)
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    04-16-2012, 03:52 PM
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Wow! That is a big change-he doesn't even look like the same horse. You are brave & determined. I'm so very glad you didn't get hurt while going through all that. IS he an Arab? What you did w/him is quiite phenominal (sp). My helmet is off to you!
    04-16-2012, 04:53 PM
Originally Posted by Cacowgirl    
Wow! That is a big change-he doesn't even look like the same horse. You are brave & determined. I'm so very glad you didn't get hurt while going through all that. IS he an Arab? What you did w/him is quiite phenominal (sp). My helmet is off to you!
He is an Arab, full blooded, although he isnt too typy, tehehe Thank you, thank you, so so much (: He isnt the same horse, not in looks, and not in personality. I didnt get hurt, even though I have been bucked off more times than I can count, not even joking... baha.
*P.S. Keep your helmet on They are life savers

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