One day as I was working at Piper Ridge Libby came to me and again out of the blue I hear "You should really consider buying Karma." I had not thought about her after leaving the barn the day Frannie mentioned her to me.
That's when Libby told me about all of her concerns with Chance. It was so hard to hear. How could this end like this? After all of this time and work? It wasn't fair.
This was so wrong. Chance and I were going to start again this summer. We were going to canter off into the back pasture behind Piper Ridge and ride the trails. We had so much to do.
Karma was coming the following weekend for a 3 day clinic. She would sell quickly. If I was even going to consider buying her I didn't have a lot of time to decide. This was huge for me. Buying her was so much more than just getting another horse. It meant letting go of Ginger or Chance. Letting go of Ginger wouldn't be to hard, finding the right home for her would be tough, but it could happen. Letting go of Chance was an option that I couldn't wrap my mind around at all, or my heart.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Karma
I spent a lot of time going back and forth with this. I was signed up for another clinic. I was really hopeful that with some time on the doxy Chance would feel better and we could start again.
Jaye and I had stopped by to visit Frannie and Libby after watching a round penning demo at a different barn. The demo was hard to watch. It was a terrible example of how to work with a horse. Lots of pressure, pressure, pressure on that poor horse. It made me wonder about Chance's beginning. And it made me think about how all I wanted for him was happiness and a pressure-free life.
So while we were visiting Frannie says to me out of the blue - "You should buy Karma."
Karma is a young 4 year old. filly who belongs to my farrier's wife Marie. I was quite shocked by her statement. Why was Karma for sale? She's a wonderful Appendix Quarter Horse. She was started by Joe Wolter and had 3 months of training with Libby. What a wonderful beginning for a horse! Why would anyone want to give her up? She was born at Marie's house. I just couldn't imagine why she would want to sell her. Another horse was out of the question. I already had Chance and Ginger. I didn't have room for another or the money to buy her. And buying another horse meant that I was really starting over, it meant that I would make the decision not to ride Chance anymore. That wasn't really an option for me.....yet.
Jaye and I had stopped by to visit Frannie and Libby after watching a round penning demo at a different barn. The demo was hard to watch. It was a terrible example of how to work with a horse. Lots of pressure, pressure, pressure on that poor horse. It made me wonder about Chance's beginning. And it made me think about how all I wanted for him was happiness and a pressure-free life.
So while we were visiting Frannie says to me out of the blue - "You should buy Karma."
Karma is a young 4 year old. filly who belongs to my farrier's wife Marie. I was quite shocked by her statement. Why was Karma for sale? She's a wonderful Appendix Quarter Horse. She was started by Joe Wolter and had 3 months of training with Libby. What a wonderful beginning for a horse! Why would anyone want to give her up? She was born at Marie's house. I just couldn't imagine why she would want to sell her. Another horse was out of the question. I already had Chance and Ginger. I didn't have room for another or the money to buy her. And buying another horse meant that I was really starting over, it meant that I would make the decision not to ride Chance anymore. That wasn't really an option for me.....yet.
June 2011 clinic
We spent most of the week doing groundwork. The goal was to help him get ready to re-start. Mon-Wed were hard, but went well. We were ready to give riding a shot on Thursday.
After a short ground session in the big ring we headed to the round pen. I got on and Libby stayed on the other end of the lead line. I was just a passenger. It had been a year since Chance had been ridden and we didn't know how he would handle it. He was awake now and it could go any way. He was less likely to buck with Libby leading him around.
He did great! Lots of turns, a little trotting and he was ok. My emotions got the best of me. An entire year of helping this horse wake up. It's a good thing Libby was on the end of the lead line, I was crying and an emotional mess! Happy tears! Tomorrow I would ride on my own.
Friday came and I saddled him up. He didn't feel as good. He felt tight. His head would drop and wasn't the same as yesterday. I didn't feel ok about riding on my own so Libby continued to lead us around. We kept it short. I was crushed, what was wrong?
I packed up and trailered him home. When we got home I ran my hands down his back, he was sore. He flinched a lot. I decided to give him a few days off and would try again at home. In those few days I noticed his personality changing. He was grumpy, spooky and still sore. The lyme had come back. Maybe the clinic was too stressful for him. Maybe his back couldn't handle a rider. Too many questions again. I started the doxy again.
Libby had some concerns, was his back injury just too much for him? Was the pain from the injury what shut him down in the beginning? It was time to get real, Chance
may never be ridden again.
After a short ground session in the big ring we headed to the round pen. I got on and Libby stayed on the other end of the lead line. I was just a passenger. It had been a year since Chance had been ridden and we didn't know how he would handle it. He was awake now and it could go any way. He was less likely to buck with Libby leading him around.
He did great! Lots of turns, a little trotting and he was ok. My emotions got the best of me. An entire year of helping this horse wake up. It's a good thing Libby was on the end of the lead line, I was crying and an emotional mess! Happy tears! Tomorrow I would ride on my own.
Friday came and I saddled him up. He didn't feel as good. He felt tight. His head would drop and wasn't the same as yesterday. I didn't feel ok about riding on my own so Libby continued to lead us around. We kept it short. I was crushed, what was wrong?
I packed up and trailered him home. When we got home I ran my hands down his back, he was sore. He flinched a lot. I decided to give him a few days off and would try again at home. In those few days I noticed his personality changing. He was grumpy, spooky and still sore. The lyme had come back. Maybe the clinic was too stressful for him. Maybe his back couldn't handle a rider. Too many questions again. I started the doxy again.
Libby had some concerns, was his back injury just too much for him? Was the pain from the injury what shut him down in the beginning? It was time to get real, Chance
may never be ridden again.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Searching
Searching is basically setting it up so the horse will think (search) for an answer. When Chance was at Libby's June clinic we decided to try a 'search' with him. This was something I knew nothing about but it sounded fun. I was going to sit up on the fence and Chance was going to come pick me up. He wouldn't have a halter on and no lead line. He would have to come to me freely, I would sit up on the fence and he would come pick me up. Chance would know the answer to this, he and I had played on the fence many times before. He knew this game and I really thought it was going to be easy. Chance would come to me in just a couple of minutes and then we would do something else. What really happened changed my life.
So here goes, I whispered in his ear, "I'll be over there on the fence, come get me." I went to the other side of the round pen and climbed up. What I thought would be a couple of minutes turned into an hour and a half. Chance stayed on the other side of the round pen and looked around a little but didn't go far. I sat up there and made a fuss with the halter when his attention went away from me. At first this was funny, every time I made a fuss he looked at me like I had lost my mind. I could almost read his mind "What the heck is wrong with you lady? You have really lost it!" Apparently this wasn't going to be as easy as I thought, Chance really didn't understand what I was doing.
The fuss with the halter just wasn't enough to get his attention. He looked kind of lost, and very confused. Libby wanted something that made more noise, we filled water bottles with small rocks and shook them when we needed to get his attention. This wasn't working either, so I tossed one at him and it bounced off the side of his butt. That was when I got the 1st real look from him that started to break my heart. He just didn't know what to do. Then he started bucking. He would walk in small circles to the left and buck, over and over again. The only way Chance knew how to relieve pressure was by shutting down or bucking. This was so hard to watch. He had been so shut down that he didn't know how to search. And it was very clear that he didn't have a lot of trust in me to help him, he was staying as far away from me as he could. Chance's life was all about tolerating things, people and pressure until he couldn't do it anymore and then he would explode.
This continued for what seemed to be forever. I wanted to get down and go hug my horse, I wanted this to stop. But I really knew he had to work through this. Just maybe if he could figure out that trying something other than what he was doing would stop the pressure, he might just learn that shutting down wasn't the only way to feel better. I couldn't fix this for him, this was his struggle and it was the only way to get him to the other side of the world he had been living in. I had to trust that the end result of this was going to be worth it. I would have stayed on that fence for days if I had to.
Everything and everyone except for my horse and Libby's voice had gone away. This was killing me, I didn't know what to think anymore, I really just wanted to cry. After about 1 1/2 hrs, Chance finally turned and really looked at me. The bucking stopped, the circles stopped and he started to walk to me. Very, very slowly. He finally did something different. He got close enough and I climbed down off the fence. I put his halter on, took his saddle off and walked him back to his paddock. I gave him hay, checked his water and left him alone to rest. It wasn't until I left the paddock when I broke down. I didn't know that the other women watching were emotional, honestly I think I forgot they were all there. And at first I was surprised by the amount of emotion from everyone else, I didn't realize how this had an effect on them too. I found out later that what happened that day changed everyone in many different ways.
A little while later I put Chance out into the big ring to stretch his legs. He was walking differently, taking bigger steps. He was looking around more and seemed to be taking in the world around him in. I didn't say anything to anyone, I just watched him. Then the next day when it was my turn with Chance again somebody else noticed how he looked different. More aware of what was going on around him he had a better look about him. Our session the next day was a short one, I can't even remember what we did. I just know that he looked and felt great. And he has looked and felt great ever since. And things keep getting better. He still shuts down at times, but not very often and now I'm aware of it when it happens. I can help him not shut down. He also expresses himself so much more. Recently he got mad for the 1st time, and I can't count the number of times he yawns everyday. He notices little things, like the squirrels playing across the street and he wants to smell and look at everthing he can. It's like he's seeing the world for the 1st time. It's now February and he's still yawning, alot! I guess he has years of yawning to make up for!
It has taken me 8 months to put Chance's search into words. And even now I continue to come up with new thoughts and feelings about that day. Until recently I would get sad when I thought of that day, and sometimes I still do, but now I smile because it changed so much for Chance and I in so many ways. It taught me to be more thoughtful about the way I work with my horses, they have to be mentally part of everything we ask of them no matter how little. And to feel good about what we do. I have a lot of work to do to break old habits and change some things I do. I think though, that I'm really learning. You can't live though an experience like that and stay the same. I feel better, through my horse I've learned to stop shutting down, and I didn't even know I was shutting down. Chance has changed my life, I'm so unbelievably lucky to have him. And the best part is we have many years ahead, lots to learn and many trails to ride on this journey.
So here goes, I whispered in his ear, "I'll be over there on the fence, come get me." I went to the other side of the round pen and climbed up. What I thought would be a couple of minutes turned into an hour and a half. Chance stayed on the other side of the round pen and looked around a little but didn't go far. I sat up there and made a fuss with the halter when his attention went away from me. At first this was funny, every time I made a fuss he looked at me like I had lost my mind. I could almost read his mind "What the heck is wrong with you lady? You have really lost it!" Apparently this wasn't going to be as easy as I thought, Chance really didn't understand what I was doing.
The fuss with the halter just wasn't enough to get his attention. He looked kind of lost, and very confused. Libby wanted something that made more noise, we filled water bottles with small rocks and shook them when we needed to get his attention. This wasn't working either, so I tossed one at him and it bounced off the side of his butt. That was when I got the 1st real look from him that started to break my heart. He just didn't know what to do. Then he started bucking. He would walk in small circles to the left and buck, over and over again. The only way Chance knew how to relieve pressure was by shutting down or bucking. This was so hard to watch. He had been so shut down that he didn't know how to search. And it was very clear that he didn't have a lot of trust in me to help him, he was staying as far away from me as he could. Chance's life was all about tolerating things, people and pressure until he couldn't do it anymore and then he would explode.
This continued for what seemed to be forever. I wanted to get down and go hug my horse, I wanted this to stop. But I really knew he had to work through this. Just maybe if he could figure out that trying something other than what he was doing would stop the pressure, he might just learn that shutting down wasn't the only way to feel better. I couldn't fix this for him, this was his struggle and it was the only way to get him to the other side of the world he had been living in. I had to trust that the end result of this was going to be worth it. I would have stayed on that fence for days if I had to.
Everything and everyone except for my horse and Libby's voice had gone away. This was killing me, I didn't know what to think anymore, I really just wanted to cry. After about 1 1/2 hrs, Chance finally turned and really looked at me. The bucking stopped, the circles stopped and he started to walk to me. Very, very slowly. He finally did something different. He got close enough and I climbed down off the fence. I put his halter on, took his saddle off and walked him back to his paddock. I gave him hay, checked his water and left him alone to rest. It wasn't until I left the paddock when I broke down. I didn't know that the other women watching were emotional, honestly I think I forgot they were all there. And at first I was surprised by the amount of emotion from everyone else, I didn't realize how this had an effect on them too. I found out later that what happened that day changed everyone in many different ways.
A little while later I put Chance out into the big ring to stretch his legs. He was walking differently, taking bigger steps. He was looking around more and seemed to be taking in the world around him in. I didn't say anything to anyone, I just watched him. Then the next day when it was my turn with Chance again somebody else noticed how he looked different. More aware of what was going on around him he had a better look about him. Our session the next day was a short one, I can't even remember what we did. I just know that he looked and felt great. And he has looked and felt great ever since. And things keep getting better. He still shuts down at times, but not very often and now I'm aware of it when it happens. I can help him not shut down. He also expresses himself so much more. Recently he got mad for the 1st time, and I can't count the number of times he yawns everyday. He notices little things, like the squirrels playing across the street and he wants to smell and look at everthing he can. It's like he's seeing the world for the 1st time. It's now February and he's still yawning, alot! I guess he has years of yawning to make up for!
It has taken me 8 months to put Chance's search into words. And even now I continue to come up with new thoughts and feelings about that day. Until recently I would get sad when I thought of that day, and sometimes I still do, but now I smile because it changed so much for Chance and I in so many ways. It taught me to be more thoughtful about the way I work with my horses, they have to be mentally part of everything we ask of them no matter how little. And to feel good about what we do. I have a lot of work to do to break old habits and change some things I do. I think though, that I'm really learning. You can't live though an experience like that and stay the same. I feel better, through my horse I've learned to stop shutting down, and I didn't even know I was shutting down. Chance has changed my life, I'm so unbelievably lucky to have him. And the best part is we have many years ahead, lots to learn and many trails to ride on this journey.
He got mad!
Played with Chance on New Years Day, lots of fun, awesome cantering! Took him back into the round pen with no agenda yesterday. Asked him to pick me up on the fence a few times, put my leg over him and got off. Asked him to look and take his thought to the right, then left. Asked for a single step over in each direction, lots of yawning and fun. Took his halter off and asked him to trot. Lots of energy, I was glad I wasn't on the other end of a lead line. My lack of confidence kicks in when he feels like this. I just need to remember to direct his energy, hopefully thoughts like that will kick in before fear soon! His energy is good, I'm just not used to it. And the explosions are too concrete in my mind. He trotted off very nicely, when I offered for him to go faster he did right away, and then a beautiful canter, we stopped, lots of petting and then changed direction. This time after he cantered I asked him to stay out and trot, it's time to start working on down transitions. This is what made him mad. I changed it up on him, no petting right after he cantered. He can do more now. He did not like this. He got big, turned into me quickly, when I said no keep going, he took off bucking! This continued for a little while. Finally after many attempts to come in on his terms he come to the realization that it wasn't going to work. His trotting slowed, his head lowered and he stopped softly, licking his lips. Then I went to him and pet him. We were finished with this job for the day.
He blew my mind, Chance doesn't get mad. He gets frustrated, scared, keeps it all in and lately yawns alot. But he never gets mad. I wondered if he could turn aggrestive. I thought I had handled his anger the right way, I wouldn't let my kids or anyone come at me in that frame of mind, and my 1000 lb horse most definetly wasn't going to. It wasn't even a matter of horsemanship or safety, it was a matter of rudeness. He was having a tantrum and I wan't going to reward it. So I e-mailed Libby and asked her for feedback. I handled it just fine, he was 'just acting like a horse'. And he won't become aggresive unless I back down and allow the behavior to work.
It's so nice to see him 'just acting like a horse'!
He blew my mind, Chance doesn't get mad. He gets frustrated, scared, keeps it all in and lately yawns alot. But he never gets mad. I wondered if he could turn aggrestive. I thought I had handled his anger the right way, I wouldn't let my kids or anyone come at me in that frame of mind, and my 1000 lb horse most definetly wasn't going to. It wasn't even a matter of horsemanship or safety, it was a matter of rudeness. He was having a tantrum and I wan't going to reward it. So I e-mailed Libby and asked her for feedback. I handled it just fine, he was 'just acting like a horse'. And he won't become aggresive unless I back down and allow the behavior to work.
It's so nice to see him 'just acting like a horse'!
Friday, November 19, 2010
Bucking
Worked with Chance yesterday in the roundpen. Lots of bucking, lots of yawning. What a contradiction! So much inside this horse, so much going on inside of me while working with him. I like using the word 'playing' much more than 'working'. Yesterday felt more like work. His bucking scares me, his back end turned into me a couple of times then he kicked out and once I ended up with a face full of dirt. As I felt the dirt bouncing off my face I felt a small twinge of anger, which only lasted a second. The next emotion was joy. He's finding spirit and that makes me smile. The bucking did stop and he was able to canter. And when we finished lots and lots of yawning. :D
Friday, October 22, 2010
entries not to forget
the search
the fox
baccus
stepping out
offering, not demanding
saddleing up - get the job done
last 3 day clinic
nice canter
big ride on last day :)
the fox
baccus
stepping out
offering, not demanding
saddleing up - get the job done
last 3 day clinic
nice canter
big ride on last day :)
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