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I hope I am doing this right. I seem to be very sub-forum challenged! Anyway, this is a continuation of my recent posts in other sub-forums.

Just for amusement's sake, what the heck is "Dogpatch"? For those who aren't old enough to remember, Dogpatch is a ficticious place in a cartoon strip from the 20th century. Kind of a political satire. It was a poverty stricken dump of a community in the back country someplace. We moved to this place in 1980 and it acquired its nickname almost immediately, being a tommy-tumbledown dump, with past residents being of a reportedly unsavory character. The nickname stuck and we still find it amusing.

Anybody who's been kind enough to read my recent posts knows my current project is Laddie, a half Clydesdale, half Standardbred gelding, about 23 years old. A very gentle but troubled soul. I'll just pick up where I left off.

Laddie and I continued to work on jogging on the right rein, but we've hit the anticipation/anxiety threshold and Laddie's responses were deteriorating a little bit. I was asking for some "long interval" transitions, jogging from one letter to the next, dropping to a walk, jogging again, etc. But the "whoa" button got messed up, he wasn't stopping quite as well when asked, REALLY anticipating the jog cue and tensing up because I was starting to use a little more rein pressure to get the downward or stop transition, and he responded by getting a little more bracey.

There's no way at this point that I'm going to let him fall apart! So we backed our transitions down to walk/whoa/stand and abandoned the jog for the rest of the lesson. Stops got sloppy, so we just walked a small circle. He "knew" why we had to do this and preferred to stop after that. We did a few really good repetitions, enough to be sure he was relaxed and feeling successful.

Chatted with the neighbor over the fence when we were done, and Laddie stood there with his big ol' head in my arms.

Here is today's mud...er...mug shot. Next time I'll take that ugly halter off.

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That looks great on Laddie! I just wanted to reach out and pet him on the nose.

When the ground re-emerges here I want to go back to the snaffle with Scooby. I'm a little nervous about it.
@Slave2Ponies Taking Laddie out of his lilfetime of "control" bits (including with me) has taken real courage. But that's why you're only going to see us in the arena for a long time...when his brain gets a little knot in it, he wants to go back to pulling. But thankfully, now that he knows the difference between a slow down/stop cue, versus having his mouth hauled on, he's defaulting more and more to soft responses. Today was proof that the Hard Puller is ready to surface any time but that now he understands he's got better options. He needs a lot more successful repetitions of the soft response before I'll feel confident in a more exciting environment. The temptation to put him back in the other bit is huge.
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Laddie - The Early Days...

I don't know if anybody has wondered why I've had Laddie this long and am only "this" far with him. So I thought I'd tell a bit of his/our story.

After the riding accident that broke my neck in 2001, I spent my horse time driving. I didn't realize it, but while I never was afraid of driving, I'd cultured a real dread of riding. I had a different horse to ride at the time, but she, too, was primarily a driving horse, though I did ride her a little.

Laddie came along roughly ten years later and was an acquisition not based on noble character, but of long time covetousness...I'd wanted him for years, just from seeing him in someone else's pasture. When the opportunity arose to buy him, let's say his "deplorable excess of personality" was grossly under reported.

Well, it was me or the auction. I wouldn't have sold him to someone else. So I spent countless, countless hours trying to get through to him. And I did, but no fairy-tale endings here. He was a bona fide wannabe bolter. No buck, no rear, just get outta Dodge. You couldn't bend his neck. But then I found a bit that enabled me to bend his neck. And from there he learned a one rein stop. And from there, I got him to where I could drive him. And so that's what we did. Quite a bit actually, but the tendency to bolt was ever present. I could always predict it, and I could always stop it. But over time, the tendency to try to bolt on the way home was getting to be scary, and so I quit driving him, too.

One of the advantages I had in driving him, was I could drive him at a blistering trot for several miles if he was feeling too strong. I had no ability to do this under saddle, and wouldn't have done it anyway! But you know, it was't teaching him anything. I did ride him during this time and the feeble resistance he throws at me these days is NOTHING compared to his efforts to thwart me in those days. I did get SOOO tired of his apparent inability to learn anything in those days but in fact, quite the opposite was true. He catalogued everything. He learned it all. He just chose not to offer the desired behaviors. This was a bit of a tragic testimony to his fear of trying new responses and getting punished if he made the wrong choice It seemed like he was just a hopeless blockhead, but the "teachings" that I was following said there was no such thing, that such labels were obstacles to training. That gave me hope and stopped me from judging him.

The loss of my mare, the discouragement with Laddie's slow progress, riding anxiety, advancing age, and then the acquisition of another horse combined to form the decision to retire Laddie. Again. But of course the next horse had undisclosed issues too, so there I was again in a remedial program with a "beginner safe" horse. During the time I worked with her, I occasionally saddled Laddie, and I noticed there seemed to be some cracks in his armor, that "try a little" was a new theme with him. But by this time, "the bit that could turn him" had become an obvious obstacle to his progress. He hated it and was constantly preoccupied by it. I was faced with finally giving up that crutch, and getting on the big runaway with the gentlest snaffle I could find. In the meantime, the new mare, that learns like a border collie, had been helping me finesse myself and I'd found new ways of thinking that helped me adjust to Laddie's learning challenges.

Laminitis, and another bout of feeling too old, interrupted my work with the mare and I gave up riding again, until the smoldering spark lit a fire under me and I saddled up Laddie once more.

And here we are. Seemingly not so far from where we were ten years ago, but as the saying goes, "you had to be there" to understand how far we've come.

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How does a one rein stop work driving a horse? I think part of my issue with driving is I feel so out of control. I’m sure it resulted from my big wreck as a kid driving, but I don’t really understand it to top it all off.

I mean, when I’m on a horse I feel like I know the tools I need, for the most part. Yes there are horses out there that can get my bluff, but at least I have a bluff. Lol. Driving I feel so at a loss. The biggest part of that loss for me is the cart itself. It has to have space to maneuver. So, when Zeus moves wrong or isn’t paying attention, he can get messed up in the cart.

Now, he’s so smart and kindhearted I know it doesn’t matter much, but my fear is still present.
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I guess I feel like, even with him, that I’m getting by on his good graces. I don’t have the knowledge to really start a horse and get him super broke to the cart, if that makes sense. Yes, Zeus pulls the cart, yes he goes where we point him, but to me it always feels on the edge of not being right.

Now, maybe people with a fear of riding feel the same way. Yet, I know I can be on that edge on a colt, who goes where I point and stops when I ask, but I know he doesn’t have all of the tools yet to come back down from being up. He doesn’t have a true understanding and is working from a small knowledge base. So, riding I work on that base. I put education into him for those eventualities. Eventually I feel that he and I are confident, although I know a wreck could happen still, we are as set up to deal with it as possible.

Even on that colt I have tricks to use riding to have that feeling I can manage when things go wrong.

Driving I feel I am always on that second ride of a horse. Does that make any sense? Yet, on my second ride I have a few tools in my mind to make me more confident, and I know we will build our skills, and I am working towards that goal. I don’t know the skills needed driving. I don’t know how to survive the wreck.
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I’ve never questioned it 😘😘
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Laddie - The Early Days...

I don't know if anybody has wondered why I've had Laddie this long and am only "this" far with him. So I thought I'd tell a bit of his/our story.

After the riding accident that broke my neck in 2001, I spent my horse time driving. I didn't realize it, but while I never was afraid of driving, I'd cultured a real dread of riding. I had a different horse to ride at the time, but she, too, was primarily a driving horse, though I did ride her a little.

Laddie came along roughly ten years later and was an acquisition not based on noble character, but of long time covetousness...I'd wanted him for years, just from seeing him in someone else's pasture. When the opportunity arose to buy him, let's say his "deplorable excess of personality" was grossly under reported.

Well, it was me or the auction. I wouldn't have sold him to someone else. So I spent countless, countless hours trying to get through to him. And I did, but no fairy-tale endings here. He was a bona fide wannabe bolter. No buck, no rear, just get outta Dodge. You couldn't bend his neck. But then I found a bit that enabled me to bend his neck. And from there he learned a one rein stop. And from there, I got him to where I could drive him. And so that's what we did. Quite a bit actually, but the tendency to bolt was ever present. I could always predict it, and I could always stop it. But over time, the tendency to try to bolt on the way home was getting to be scary, and so I quit driving him, too.

One of the advantages I had in driving him, was I could drive him at a blistering trot for several miles if he was feeling too strong. I had no ability to do this under saddle, and wouldn't have done it anyway! But you know, it was't teaching him anything. I did ride him during this time and the feeble resistance he throws at me these days is NOTHING compared to his efforts to thwart me in those days. I did get SOOO tired of his apparent inability to learn anything in those days but in fact, quite the opposite was true. He catalogued everything. He learned it all. He just chose not to offer the desired behaviors. This was a bit of a tragic testimony to his fear of trying new responses and getting punished if he made the wrong choice It seemed like he was just a hopeless blockhead, but the "teachings" that I was following said there was no such thing, that such labels were obstacles to training. That gave me hope and stopped me from judging him.

The loss of my mare, the discouragement with Laddie's slow progress, riding anxiety, advancing age, and then the acquisition of another horse combined to form the decision to retire Laddie. Again. But of course the next horse had undisclosed issues too, so there I was again in a remedial program with a "beginner safe" horse. During the time I worked with her, I occasionally saddled Laddie, and I noticed there seemed to be some cracks in his armor, that "try a little" was a new theme with him. But by this time, "the bit that could turn him" had become an obvious obstacle to his progress. He hated it and was constantly preoccupied by it. I was faced with finally giving up that crutch, and getting on the big runaway with the gentlest snaffle I could find. In the meantime, the new mare, that learns like a border collie, had been helping me finesse myself and I'd found new ways of thinking that helped me adjust to Laddie's learning challenges.

Laminitis, and another bout of feeling too old, interrupted my work with the mare and I gave up riding again, until the smoldering spark lit a fire under me and I saddled up Laddie once more.

And here we are. Seemingly not so far from where we were ten years ago, but as the saying goes, "you had to be there" to understand how far we've come.

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Hes so dang HANDSOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :love:
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Days like today force me to reconsider...

All the way back to square one...
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What happened?
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How does a one rein stop work driving a horse? I think part of my issue with driving is I feel so out of control. I’m sure it resulted from my big wreck as a kid driving, but I don’t really understand it to top it all off.

I mean, when I’m on a horse I feel like I know the tools I need, for the most part. Yes there are horses out there that can get my bluff, but at least I have a bluff. Lol. Driving I feel so at a loss. The biggest part of that loss for me is the cart itself. It has to have space to maneuver. So, when Zeus moves wrong or isn’t paying attention, he can get messed up in the cart.

Now, he’s so smart and kindhearted I know it doesn’t matter much, but my fear is still present.
I made that sound very confusing, sorry. The one rein "stop" itself is worthless in driving, but much more so is pulling straight backward, which just empowers the hind end, maybe resulting in a rear-over-backwards. When he coiled up to bolt, I used one rein to throw him off balance, then quickly release before something equally bad happened, and if that didn't work I used the other. So I was acting more on the success I'd experienced of using one rein to thwart his bolting, and previously, to stop bucking with another horse.

I've told this story before, but in the early days with Laddie, I was riding on a sled behind him in the pasture, when he suddenly did a 90 degree and made a bolt for the barn. He threw me off the sled into the grass, but I let go the right rein (he had turned to the right) and grabbed on for dear life to the left. He dragged me about 20 feet before he bent to a stop.

Horsedrawn vehicles can also tip over in a tight turn.
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Oh no, was it an “I ain’t feelin’ it!”
day for Laddie?


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What happened?
Groundhog day. Back to the beginning. Just like always.
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Hes so dang HANDSOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :love:
Yes, with a gorgeous head chiseled in GRANITE! LOL!
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Oh, it wasn't that bad, but ten years of this...

We warmed up at the walk as usual, then just did the lowest little level of jog. That was all it took. He went stiff as a board, lost all the aids, laid heavily on the bit. All the work to soften and lighten him, gone in a flash over seemingly nothing. I spent half the lesson getting some soft out of him again, and unfortunately, that includes "applying enough pressure to get the response". So no, it wasn't enjoyable. It wasn't awful, just disappointing.
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I’m sorry.
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I’m sorry.
We all have bad days! The lesson was actually a success, maybe I left that part out! LOL! Laddie was soft and relaxed at the end.

But it begs the question, will I ever be "safe" on him, if he shuts down with that little pressure? Honestly, no. That's the hard part, and the place I've been countless time in the past with him. Enough time goes by between tries, and I think, "Oh, I didn't try this...or this..." So off I go, "doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result!" LOL!
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I get that. I actually decided myself with Keno that I wouldn’t put myself through that any more. I’m not saying that’s a decision everyone should make by any means, but I won’t go out and fight with a horse looking for a fight everyday any more.

Now, I’ve gone through phases with all of them that are difficult, but those are in times I’m working through things and expect to get to the other side. I don’t love it during those times, but for me it is different to go out everyday working on a horse I will never be comfortable on.

Even The General, who I talk about often, and who made such a spectacular horse in the end, I probably wouldn’t do again. I appreciate everything he taught me. He taught me so much, and he was so good, but he just rubbed me wrong. I didn’t look forward to my days. I couldn’t find anything who was better than he was. He was spectacular, but when he went lame, and I bought Bones, I started having fun again.

Bones wouldn’t be called half the horse the General was, but I enjoyed myself so much more. Most anyone would choose a sound General over anything in my corral, and I still wouldn’t go back. I never was really confident on him. All our little arguments in his youth never completely left me. His condescending nature never appealed to me.

He was a good horse at least, and learned far above anything else I’ve ever ridden. Yet, I didn’t love him like I should have, and I didn’t have fun. Keno and I were going to die together if we kept working together. Not in the positive “we’ll grow old and die together” way, but in the “I will murder you if I die doing it,” sort of way. I won’t ever play that game with a horse again intentionally.
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The last day I rode Keno I sat and cried for a couple hours. I mean that ugly sobbing that is out of control. I couldn’t do it any more. When I said I wouldn’t step on him again, I meant it. It took me a while to get over it. It’s like I thought about it as a failure. I tried harder and pushed myself through more, than any horse I’d ever worked on. I still failed. That’s how I looked at it. I used every tool in my belt and I didn’t succeed. I put away my fear, and I forced myself to deal with things I didn’t want to.

I know Keno was an extreme, and there aren’t many born like him. Yet, I learned a lot from him too. I learned that failure didn’t kill me. I learned I could push through things I didn’t know I could. I also learned that my intense drive, and my determination, wouldn’t always be enough. I wasn’t willing to kill myself to get to the other side. I didn’t know that about myself. I learned to let go of my pride, and that it was okay to do that. I learned to give myself some value too.
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Ok, I am probably going to be tarred and feathered by many, but I’m asking anyway:

1. Laddies teeth— since it took me 20+ years of various vets looking into Rusty’s mouth befor I learned he has either a malformed or an injured molar (which explains why he always fought a bit and has been fine in a hackamore), are you 300% sure his teeth are ok?

Maybe he has some nerve damage from in his past that, the wrong pressure sends a jolt thru his mouth?

1.1. The bit you use - has he always and forever been in that style of bit? Have y ou thought about bitless or changing the bit to a Solid low port with swivel shanks so he can move his head/neck more freely? I’m speaking when being ridden, not When you’re driving him.

2. Do you think acupuncture might help Laddie ”reset”?

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I believe Laddie has some serious mental scars that he may never recover from, but his unpredictability at just shutting down for almost no reason, after all these years, has to be driven by something more.

This is another time I wish Reds LaBoop was still on the forum😢
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The last day I rode Keno I sat and cried for a couple hours. I mean that ugly sobbing that is out of control. I couldn’t do it any more. When I said I wouldn’t step on him again, I meant it. It took me a while to get over it. It’s like I thought about it as a failure. I tried harder and pushed myself through more, than any horse I’d ever worked on. I still failed. That’s how I looked at it. I used every tool in my belt and I didn’t succeed. I put away my fear, and I forced myself to deal with things I didn’t want to.

I know Keno was an extreme, and there aren’t many born like him. Yet, I learned a lot from him too. I learned that failure didn’t kill me. I learned I could push through things I didn’t know I could. I also learned that my intense drive, and my determination, wouldn’t always be enough. I wasn’t willing to kill myself to get to the other side. I didn’t know that about myself. I learned to let go of my pride, and that it was okay to do that. I learned to give myself some value too.
Knave, all I can say is, you leave me speechless with your beautiful and compassionate writing. You are so kind to people, you must be so gifted with horses. Thank you for your supporting and inspiring words. If anything comes of this thread at all, it will be people like me, reading your words and finding strength to make the decisions they need to make.

Thank you!
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I am so thankful.
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