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I decided to finally make a journal to track the progress with my 15 year old TWH gelding, Dylan.
For background, I am an adult re-rider who jumped in to ownership, rather than being sensible and taking lessons or borrowing a horse to get back into the groove of things. I rode a lot as a older child/young teen, and feel like I was genuinely a very good rider. I never took a formal lesson, though, and often I was riding green or difficult horses that my friend's mom didn't want to put her on. Their argument was that I was very small and light, and therefore the horses didn't protest as much. Honestly I think she liked to show people that a small, young girl could handle the horses she was selling. When her daughter and I had a falling out and stopped being friends, I no longer had access to horses and that lasted from the time I was about 15 until I bought Dylan in 2017, a few days before I turned 30.
Dylan was sold as an "intermediate" horse who was quiet and willing but had confidence issues, and didn't like to ride out alone. I felt certain I could handle it. And I did handle it, for a bit. He didn't like to ride out alone but we did it anyway. Then the bolting started. Again, at first, I handled it. Until I couldn't anymore. Now we could ride happily, but only with another horse. To make a long story short, his herd sourness continued and got worse and worse through 3 different boarding situations, until finally he got to the point where taking him even a few feet from another horse ended in rearing, striking, and all together incredibly dangerous behavior.
In March of 2021, we moved to a dressage barn full of older, lifelong horsewomen and their various fancy, well trained horses. I often joked that I sent my red-neck son to an English boarding school 😂 This is the best thing that could have happened to us. We learned so much in our time there, and we really started to come to an understanding of each other. I made so many new connections in the local horse world and have access to so much knowledge and training advice. I feel like I hit the lottery! I also took my first ever formal riding lessons, which were not as terrifying as I expected.
Unfortunately, this year we left that situation to board again with a friend. The barn owner sadly lost her husband and was planning to sell. My husband and I decided it was time to relocate into the country. We bought our dream home on 14.25 beautiful acres. Now our house is 5 minutes away from where Dylan lives, and the plan is to either buy neighboring land or clear part of ours for him in the coming years.
Moving away from the dressage barn was moving away from our safety net. I feel like we have taken hundreds of steps back in being able to work together and ride alone, and this was evidenced by a bad bolt and subsequent fall almost a month ago. I suffered a bad concussion and bumps and bruises all over. Worst of all, I suffered a huge blow to my confidence and the confidence I had built in my relationship with Dylan.
Now I go back and forth almost hourly on selling him. I know there are quiet, non-spooky horses out there that I would be safe on. But I also know how far he's come in trusting me and I would hate for him to lose that. Before I bought him, he was sold every 2-3 years. No one stuck with him. He was a very shut down horse when I brought him home. I didn't realize it, because he liked treats and was easy to catch. That was the polar opposite of the horses I used to ride so I assumed he liked people. But after spending the last year really getting to know him, I know he was just tolerating people. He didn't enjoy his time with me before. There was nothing good in it, nothing he enjoyed about it. Now I know his itchy spots. I know what brushes he likes and dislikes. I know what legs he likes to stretch and that he loves massages. I know that he's naturally curious and is very happy when learning and training. He trusted me enough to let me in and show me these things, and for me, that's probably more important than being able to ride alone or having a horse that doesn't spook.
My plan for the time being is to continue to work on our confidence in each other, and my confidence in myself. I was cleared last week to ride, so I am working on signing up for lessons at a local riding school. I also bought a confidence building and liberty course to work through with Dylan as I gain the confidence I need to start riding again. My first rides with him will be on the lunge line with one of the older dressage ladies for support. And I'm hoping journaling here will help me stay on track and help keep me motivated to work through this hiccup in our journey together.
For background, I am an adult re-rider who jumped in to ownership, rather than being sensible and taking lessons or borrowing a horse to get back into the groove of things. I rode a lot as a older child/young teen, and feel like I was genuinely a very good rider. I never took a formal lesson, though, and often I was riding green or difficult horses that my friend's mom didn't want to put her on. Their argument was that I was very small and light, and therefore the horses didn't protest as much. Honestly I think she liked to show people that a small, young girl could handle the horses she was selling. When her daughter and I had a falling out and stopped being friends, I no longer had access to horses and that lasted from the time I was about 15 until I bought Dylan in 2017, a few days before I turned 30.
Dylan was sold as an "intermediate" horse who was quiet and willing but had confidence issues, and didn't like to ride out alone. I felt certain I could handle it. And I did handle it, for a bit. He didn't like to ride out alone but we did it anyway. Then the bolting started. Again, at first, I handled it. Until I couldn't anymore. Now we could ride happily, but only with another horse. To make a long story short, his herd sourness continued and got worse and worse through 3 different boarding situations, until finally he got to the point where taking him even a few feet from another horse ended in rearing, striking, and all together incredibly dangerous behavior.
In March of 2021, we moved to a dressage barn full of older, lifelong horsewomen and their various fancy, well trained horses. I often joked that I sent my red-neck son to an English boarding school 😂 This is the best thing that could have happened to us. We learned so much in our time there, and we really started to come to an understanding of each other. I made so many new connections in the local horse world and have access to so much knowledge and training advice. I feel like I hit the lottery! I also took my first ever formal riding lessons, which were not as terrifying as I expected.
Unfortunately, this year we left that situation to board again with a friend. The barn owner sadly lost her husband and was planning to sell. My husband and I decided it was time to relocate into the country. We bought our dream home on 14.25 beautiful acres. Now our house is 5 minutes away from where Dylan lives, and the plan is to either buy neighboring land or clear part of ours for him in the coming years.
Moving away from the dressage barn was moving away from our safety net. I feel like we have taken hundreds of steps back in being able to work together and ride alone, and this was evidenced by a bad bolt and subsequent fall almost a month ago. I suffered a bad concussion and bumps and bruises all over. Worst of all, I suffered a huge blow to my confidence and the confidence I had built in my relationship with Dylan.
Now I go back and forth almost hourly on selling him. I know there are quiet, non-spooky horses out there that I would be safe on. But I also know how far he's come in trusting me and I would hate for him to lose that. Before I bought him, he was sold every 2-3 years. No one stuck with him. He was a very shut down horse when I brought him home. I didn't realize it, because he liked treats and was easy to catch. That was the polar opposite of the horses I used to ride so I assumed he liked people. But after spending the last year really getting to know him, I know he was just tolerating people. He didn't enjoy his time with me before. There was nothing good in it, nothing he enjoyed about it. Now I know his itchy spots. I know what brushes he likes and dislikes. I know what legs he likes to stretch and that he loves massages. I know that he's naturally curious and is very happy when learning and training. He trusted me enough to let me in and show me these things, and for me, that's probably more important than being able to ride alone or having a horse that doesn't spook.
My plan for the time being is to continue to work on our confidence in each other, and my confidence in myself. I was cleared last week to ride, so I am working on signing up for lessons at a local riding school. I also bought a confidence building and liberty course to work through with Dylan as I gain the confidence I need to start riding again. My first rides with him will be on the lunge line with one of the older dressage ladies for support. And I'm hoping journaling here will help me stay on track and help keep me motivated to work through this hiccup in our journey together.