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'!
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About Me
The Horsewoman's Prayer
Dearest God in Heaven,
Give me the strength to guide my horse, make my hands soft and my head clear. Let my horse understand me and I him. My heart you have blessed with a special love of these animals, let me never lose sight of it. My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them, let that need never lessen.
Always let my breath catch as the sun gleams on an elegant head. Always let my throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker. Let the scent of fresh hay and a new bag of grain always be sweet to me. Let the warm touch of a soft nose on my hand always bring me a smile. I adore the joy of a warm day on the farm. The grace and spendor of a running horse, the thunder of it's hooves makes my eyes burn and my heart soar, let it always be so.
Grant me patience, for horses are harnessed wind and
wind can be flighty. Let me not frighten or harm them,
instead show me ways to understand them. When I pass from this world, send my soul to no heaven without them,
For this love you have given me graces my existence and
I shall cherish it, and praise You for it, for all time. Amen
Author Unknown
Dearest God in Heaven,
Give me the strength to guide my horse, make my hands soft and my head clear. Let my horse understand me and I him. My heart you have blessed with a special love of these animals, let me never lose sight of it. My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them, let that need never lessen.
Always let my breath catch as the sun gleams on an elegant head. Always let my throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker. Let the scent of fresh hay and a new bag of grain always be sweet to me. Let the warm touch of a soft nose on my hand always bring me a smile. I adore the joy of a warm day on the farm. The grace and spendor of a running horse, the thunder of it's hooves makes my eyes burn and my heart soar, let it always be so.
Grant me patience, for horses are harnessed wind and
wind can be flighty. Let me not frighten or harm them,
instead show me ways to understand them. When I pass from this world, send my soul to no heaven without them,
For this love you have given me graces my existence and
I shall cherish it, and praise You for it, for all time. Amen
Author Unknown
He knows when you're happy
He knows when you're comfortable
He knows when you're confident
And he always know when you have carrots.
~Author Unknown
He knows when you're comfortable
He knows when you're confident
And he always know when you have carrots.
~Author Unknown
"Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway".
by John Wayne
by John Wayne
Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
~Stanley Harrison
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
~Stanley Harrison
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