Friday, May 15, 2015

"The Journey" and the first step of Humility

"It is not when the truth is dirty, but when it is shallow that a lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters." - Nietzsche

... And so my journey has begun, in attempt to find the truth - any truth behind the mystery of horses.

For so many of us, an abrupt often misinformed answer to an equine question is enough to silence our inquisition.  We assume that any answer to a question which we do not know the answer to is an adequate one, without even realizing our acceptance of answers built on sand and dust, or pure speculation. We are ever so eager to hide our own lack of knowledge: for it is shameful that we should call ourselves "horsepeople" and not know something so important. Think about it! We are all guilty of this- from the small questions to the big ones.

It is only when we begin to question authorship and integrity that we finally uncover the truth or seek to uncover the truth: that many many horse owners know little to nothing about how their animals actually work: myself included. What does this stoic creature really feel? How they learn? How they think? What complex systems operate to moderate their state of being?

We look to "experts", and often take what they say at face value- and rarely question.  Why are so many of us afraid to explore, and why are we content to settle in shallow waters? We are content with leaving science to the veterinarians and the farrier, and worse: the self-proclaimed expert who answers questions in the same uninformed manner that they themselves must have been subjected to in the past.

Q: "Why is it done this way?"
A: "Because thats the way things are, or.. my reason is obviously logical because I know so much about horses."

... The next important question rarely happens, be it because we are scared to question authenticity, or for fear of scarring eachother's egos:

Q: "How do you know that?"

... and when it does:

A: "I just do. or someone important told me, or thats the way it's always been done, thats just the way is it.. why are you even asking that? How do you not know that?? or how dare you question my authority and prowess as a horseperson! )"

And while this discussion seems exaggerated it's really not... These are the things that are actually happening that we pretend not to notice and choose not to address.

When roles were reversed and the "experts" were the ones asking the questions, someone they trusted probably told them the same answer they are repeating now. The cycle perpetuates itself simply because someone told them that was the way things are. And they believed them! And now we believe them too, and are ready to pass these facts on to the next unsuspecting victim as if to further justify our capabilities as horsepeople..  We trust in here-say and not in scientific facts.

And I am not saying this with bitterness or anger, but merely stating that this is the way things are, especially in the equine world. Everyone is an expert.

"Windpuffs are caused by riding your horse for too long over hard ground.  The only remedy is to cold hose. There is no cure for Navicular or Founder, the animal must be euthanized. Club Feet are genetic deformities and require years of corrective shoeing. "


I can remember each person in my life who told me these things- and I am not at all angry: once I can understand that someone before them, someone that they trusted probably told them the same things. I have been fooled by the same run around dance as my predecessors.

and probably the most detrimental: "Horses are happy living in stalls."

... These are just a few of the probably thousands of "facts" I thought I knew,  which meant that I was an educated, experienced and skilled horseperson, when in reality all of these statements are so far from the truth. For so many years, I accepted any "teaching" I received as correct, likely because I was so desperate to learn and acquire "horse wisdom" to hide my own lack of knowledge. I never stopped to realize the chaotic mess that is horsekeeping and horsemanship, since everyone has their own opinions and methods to achieve the same results. I assumed that all of these facts had been passed down from professionals, never once considering that the "broken telephone game" runs rampant in the horse world... I suppose the change happened last summer, before I even realized it.

I was showing with the old man. The only show we went to; a small schooling show up north. Our entry, Devin- that gorgeous dappled grey OTTB, who taught me about the importance of softness and re-sensitizing: that spurs and roughness do not create a willing partner, but a defiant one, a ticking time bomb...

(The first time I rode him, he refused to do anything. He refused to even move, despite desperate kicks and clucks and carrying on. And so it was on with the spurs! - which he was said to have been trained with for years: for he would not respond without them. With the spurs in place, his mind was utterly gone- and he responded with lifeless, automated movements, distant: protecting himself from the pain. I have no idea how to use spurs correctly: and honestly I never want to learn. I refused to wear them ever again.  It took me months to get him to move off my leg alone, but at the end, we had a horse who would canter from a halt with a mere shift in weight and soft leg pressure, a willing partner. No tail swishing, no carrying on. If a horse can feel a fly land on his back- he can feel you in every sense. Stories of a violent, bucking grey thoroughbred still linger in my mind, although I never once experienced this behaviour from him. My guess is was those spurs causing the outbursts, before he learned to send his mind away from them.)

... At the show Devin developed a sinus infection- actually it had been present for weeks leading up to the show but never hindered him before. My guess is that the trailer loading, stall keeping and being in a strange place stressed his immune system and he fell victim to the infection. He was resistant to work, hesitant to jump- not the willing partner I had found and rescued within him. His head shaking and tossing became severe, I could feel his agitation that something was wrong: and we pulled him from all his classes.

As I was leaving the ring, his nose visibly dripping green goo, his body sweating and sensitive to any touch, the resident coach and owner pulled me aside and told me that the head shaking was likely a cause of the beautiful braids I had painstakingly put into his mane the night before and that next time, I could remedy this by applying a coating of Oragel to his neck to numb the sensation of them. ...As if her duty as a coach and horse owner was to let me in on this secret of competition and horse care... She could not see the pain and discomfort in the horse, only the lack of "acceptable" behaviour.

I was dumbfounded.

This coach teaches small children about horses. Likely, as a child, I was also instructed by horse people with similar attitudes and of comparable ignorance... I then realized that adults pay this woman to care for their children and their horses, putting faith in her horse-keeping aptitudes after they have all gone home to bed at night... This woman's opinion was also trusted by the old man, or at least it was until I told him what she said to me as I left the ring. To be honest, the old man was more disappointed that the gelding had "behaved poorly" at the show and that this clearly affected his monetary value. It is only now that I realize my adoration of him and his methods were also shallow- for he could only see the tip of this iceberg...

I did some research when I got home and sure enough, the symptoms of sinus infections in horses are: refusal to jump, head shaking, nasal discharge and general malaise.

... Not something easily remedied by an application of Oragel after all I guess.

I think it was after this that I started noticing that not everyone who has horses or is of established reputation in the horse world deserves to be respected as such, and that our only judges of true character are our horses themselves. Horses never lie- and so many of us in this industry have been listening to the wrong oracles, accepting shallow knowledge as true, common knowledge.

This Journey has not caused me to be closed minded at all, infact it has created an open mindedness that I can (regretfully if so) attribute to my lack of funds, knowledge and means to own my own horse when I was younger. Because I was exposed to so many different kinds of horse "facts" and "keeping" I think my mind was easier to reopen.

I was dying to be a part of Pony Club, dying to show and ride, generally be around horses as a young child- that I endured many abuses, much like most of the horses I took care of, although totally unaware of their sufferings. Perhaps my own emotional suffering was enough to blind me and close my mind- send it away, much like my beautiful friend Devin.

I was dying to be a part of a world that was always just out of my reach. Had it been within my reach- I would have spent more time accepting shallow truths, propagating and spreading illogical facts, and today would have had a mind bound by chains and locks.

Part of this Journey will be about horses, the other part will be about people. While discovering the secrets of the horse- I will also have to unlock the secrets of human emotion: guilt, remorse, lies, love, compassion, empathy, apathy, neglect, obsession, joy and sorrow. I will have to face many challenges- mostly of human emotion, since the horse part is easily unravelling with comparatively minimal research and reading. The old man told me that horses are uncomplicated. People make them complicated. People are very complicated.

Why was I content with not knowing the true nature, causes and repercussions of laminitis or navicular? Or windpuffs or colic? Why did I feel confident in buying my own horse- taking on responsibility for such a large animal when I didn't even know what to feed it: and worse, why did I trust other people's opinions instead of finding the answers for myself? Because all of us in this industry are afraid to show that we don't know- that we are not experts, and while it does not require an expert to keep a horse alive on the outside, not everyone is truthful and not everyone is as knowledgable as they let on- and not everyone knows enough to keep a horse alive on the inside....

The Pursuit of Knowledge is an easy one,
The Pursuit of Understanding is a difficult one.

.. and so it begins.











Sunday, May 10, 2015

On balance: on and off the farm

"You're never even home anymore. You got a horse and now you've forgotten about me. This relationship is starting to feel like we are just roommates."

At first I rebelled. Hard.

"Why should I have to choose between two things that I really love? Why can't you understand that I have waited my whole life for this?! You'll just never understand."

But soon that anger turned to sadness and remorse...This week my heart was breaking.  At home, at work and at the barn.

Just as I thought I was getting somewhere with my horse (we had such an amazing time at the clinic and he was SO GOOD and seemingly, loving me, finally)  I actually realized the failures on my part in the early days. A house built on sand won't stand up to the storm...


I spent three or four sessions chasing my horse around the field, tears of frustration pouring down my face, sunburns, blisters- and hiding out of sight from people coming to fetch or return their horses, for fear they'd see me in such a state, and god forbid ask me what was wrong or offer their magic method with which to tame and catch my seemingly wild, defiant 5 year old gelding ("It's easy, just do A, B and then C." Which in retrospect, are all great ideas- but unfortunately, remind me of the inadequacy and shortfalls in my competencies as a horse trainer.)

"Why, if you loved me two days ago, do you run from me now when all I want to do is see you strong, healthy and happy... "

(when I say love- I guess thats just a human emotion we impart to horses. I read a study on equine cognition last summer, and horses can't really love like we do. They can remember complex events or relationships for ten years or more- and recognize familiar horse and people friends, but all of this is just a developed manner of survival- or so this book said. As a human with complex social problems and behaviours, there will always be a part of me that will wonder if horses can LOVE which I can only hope to answer in the many years of journey ahead of me...)

I have spent some time away, some time at home and realized just how much my life is out of balance.

Passion unchecked can be detrimental.

My roommates are cleaning up after me and my cat, my laundry has sat unwashed, events in friends lives that have been relayed to me, events that have been transpiring over the last few weeks feel like months ago. I cant even remember the last time I cooked, or contributed to my household.

My timeline is so out of whack, I can't tell you what I did two weeks ago any more than I can tell you things that happened in my life 4 months ago. I want to be a caring friend, an empathetic confidant and a worthwhile partner and lover- and I have been neglecting those parts of my life that I value so much.

I read in (yet another) book a while ago that at the end of the summer it's better to have a good riding horse than one with just a shiny tail.

What I should have (wished I had) realized that could be extended to mean this: at the end of the summer it's better to have a balanced life of work, play, horse, and relationships than a kind of broke horse who doesn't really respect me, and a lover who thinks I put him second to a horse, after just three months.

Rome wasn't built in a day- I may have really rushed this whole thing.

This week, I felt the same anxiety stemming from the feeling that my life was out of my control that I used to get from binge drinking, skirting responsibilities and avoiding my conscience of my late teens and early twenties. Anxiety that showed on my face and in the things I said, but unable to really place it or look at the big picture.

My attitude at work changed, I'm not the greatest at hiding true feelings anymore. When my life was out of control I was great at lying to everyone I loved, but thats also why my life was out of control in the first place... BT if you are still reading these posts, I'm sorry for everything that happened at work this week. You are a very sensitive person,  very in-tune to emotions.  We are still trying to coexist for so many hours each day, and this time, as with so many other times, the fault for the breakdown in that effort lies with me.

I spent a few days at home and some days with my boyfriend- its weird to call him that because he is so much more. A boyfriend is someone you see when you feel like it. A partner is more like what he is... He's always there- and partnerships are much more work than casual relationships. We always have fun together. After he laid it all out I was so anxious to fix it, to spend time with him and he was still upset- hesitant.  He didn't really want to be with me which made the need that much greater...

...kind of like my horse, who refuses to be caught. They are both telling me there needs to be a change in my attitude and goals, if our relationships are going to work.  Forceful needs to move over for willing, kindness, balance. it's time for me to start putting other people (or horses!) first.

I want to thank him for always keeping me in check, he is truly my rock- and when I finally decided to open up and listen to what he was saying- really listen and DO the things I promised to- I realized how right he actually was. And that is also still kind of hard to admit.

My time away from my horse has encouraged me to research my problems- the tools I need are right in front of me and I overlooked them at first. I was not willing to take advice, to listen to the universe around me. Real horse trainers can see everything. Every potential spook, every slight nuance, every hint of body language.

It has also reinstated the importance of Balance.

Horse feet need balance. Riders need balance.  Sprouting plants need a balance of sunlight and water to grow. Relationships need balance of give and take. Ingredients in cooking need balance, LIFE NEEDS BALANCE.

Don't ever forget the importance of balance, in every sense of your life. This week my horse and my partner did the training, and I was the student.



Sunday, May 3, 2015

An Update.. and the secret to the universe.

Here's an update from the last time I posted...

That night, Vincent didn't choose to come to me. He opted to keep running and so I let him. The whole process took about 45 minutes. When I did catch him I was so angry and upset, holding back tears. Why does he hate me all of a sudden?! And why am I so upset about it..?

I should have walked away.

Instead, I practically dragged him to the round pen- the whole time trying to balance my emotional state. He wouldn't lead up- he was dragging his feet behind me like he had a million other things he had on the agenda- and yes, out of all this bad situation, something amazing happened.

I got so frustrated from pulling a dead weight behind me that I sent him backwards- with energy and completely caught him off guard. I asked him to back up probably more forcefully than I ever have- note when I say forcefully I don't mean that I was beating him with a bat- but I asked him to - no, more like told him to back the f!@# up.

I have never seen that horse back up so quickly and responsively. I've been trying since day one with the lead rope wiggle. Clearly, the message didn't really get through until that day...

In the round pen I tried a join up- I didn't really understand what I was doing and it was like he was ignoring me- so I just kept pushing and pushing, changing directions and sending him around. Eventually I turned my back to him and then heard him walk up behind me, so I guess that means it worked? Something I will have to investigate more into..

Friday night, we went to the NPHC Clinic (Natural Performance Hoof Care).  Again, it took me about an hour to catch him...  WTF. By now I am getting tired of the chase me game... Where is the respect.  I think it has something to do with the lead rope/back the F!@# up attitude adjustment. I think it has to come from me...

BUT that horse went right on the trailer when I asked him to. Like a pro. He was great on the drive- I thought maybe he went to sleep because not once did I feel him moving around.

I got him where we were going, unloaded him in the rain (he was pretty good, good thing I practiced backing down that ramp!) and put him in his pen - which had a welcoming pile of hay beckoning him. Then I went home for the night.

When I showed up the next morning, that horse called to me like I was it's mother!  I threw him some hay and went in to brush him. When I went to leave, he LEFT THE HAY BEHIND (Whhhattttt he loves his food) and followed me to the gate. When the fence and gate separated us he got really upset and started pawing and nickering to me- my heart melted!! I went back in and he settled down, meandered back to the hay pile.

I thought for sure this was a one time thing, but sure enough when I tried to leave again he did the same thing- I was the only familiar thing in an unfamiliar place, and I was making sure he his needs for food and water were satisfied. There is a trust there, if not full respect yet. He nickered to me every time I brought and refilled his water bucket... like "Oh man, thanks! How did you know that was what I wanted?"

That horse that runs away from me in the field seemed a long ways away from the cuddles and affection he showed me all weekend. He started meeting me at the gate!!

Enough about Vincent for now, I'll write on my experience and some things I learned at the clinic- you could pretty much consider it as the secret to the universe. The secret to fixing and preventing navicular, flares, cracks, lameness, sidebone, laminitis, founder and a whole whole whack of other things....

Truth and Knowledge will set you free, but both can be heavy burdens to bear.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Horses hate me

I am standing in the field right now, Vincent has decided to run away again! 

I finally got him separated, but the other horses were running from me too... Like he spent all of yesterday telling them bad things about me... My back is to him now to see if he decides to come to me. There was less running than yesterday but the goal today was try try a join up. I have no idea of it works.... 

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Being Caught... or Naught.

Today, for the first time since I have had him he refused to be caught.

Yesterday I went to the Mane Event in Red Deer, today I had more questions than a three year old. I saw Linda Parelli and her Horsenality demonstrations and all day, I have been obsessing over wether I have an extrovert, an introvert- a right or left brain or if my horse has any brain at all...

I think he's a Left Brained Extrovert.

He likes to play. I think thats what today was. Horses who are left-brained spend more time thinking- and of course, these can be some of the hardest to train.... Thanks two months ago katie buying this wild horse...

It started when he came out of the back field towards me. I was estatic. He walked right past me. Like I wasn't even there... SO RUDE.  OF course he did... How the hell do those people get their horses to like them so much and WHY can't I have that?

I went to go and halter him and he took off. Several times. Despite my best attempts, my advance and retreat technique that has worked well in the past was not working. The back field has hay, fresh grass and friends.  I let the friends into the grass field- but not Vincent. I stood at the gate waiting, halter in hand. I waited for about 15 minutes, and he had been creeping toward me finally stopping at the gate. I stroked his neck and then went forward with the halter- he took off again with a grunt.

The other people at my barn probably already think I'm nuts. They came to find me sitting on the ground at the gate. "You want help?" "Nope, this has become my only goal for today."  I heard "So glad my horse doesn't do that to me" off in the distance. Great.  Thanks for the support.

I hunkered down. I had four hours before afternoon chores. I thought (HOPED) that would be enough time. I stood my ground at my post. He decided he could find his own grass- after about an hour of sitting there, I gave this a try:

I walked toward him. Calmly, steady pace, knowing full well he would move away from me- and he did. At a walk. I kept walking, never changing my pace- not really chasing, just following him around. If he wanted to play this game- I'd play too. I could NOT give up now- if I wanted to have any chance of catching him ever again.

At first he just walked away from me, then, half heartedly trotted. I kept my walking, calm consistent pace. THIS WAS NOT the way he wanted to play the game. He wanted me to give up so he could go back to eating with his buddies.  He got pretty upset- took off galloping and bucking and kicking out -pretty amazing reaction to me just walking towards him...  I just kept on walking, never changing expressions, pace or speaking, the halter and lead on my shoulder. I'd get close, I'd get far, I'd just look at him and he'd get mad and take off blowing up and running.

Eventually when he was sweating and blowing- and he stopped running away from me so far. instead of covering the whole paddock, he went about 30 feet, turned and looked at me. I thought it must be working... I kept it up. Just walking. not swinging the rope, not running, calmly silently walking.

He started circling me at the trot. I motioned him to come to me. He turned and stopped moving. I would advance, he'd move away- i'd follow at a walk. he chose his pace, he started to look tired- although i can gaurantee he had more than that in the tank...  I walked. He finally stopped moving when I advanced. He let me walk up and touch him and then halter him.

I took him to the back field and let him be with his friends- I bet he wasn't expecting that. I layed in the hay in the sun, he stayed right with me, the rope on the ground. we went up the the barn- he walked on and off the trailer- the first time he's been on a trailer since i got him.  The trailer was my goal for the day, my original plan. After that I let him graze for an hour while I sat on his back, trying to get him to pick up his head with only a slight pressure on the lead.

I am very interested to see what he does the next time I go in the field to get him... I am hoping that I showed my leadership today:

making the wrong thing difficult and the right thing easy.
using brains over braun
exerting minimal energy while he chose to over exert himself.


if he is infact Left Extrovert, he needed to move his feet to get his brain to think- and he has been bored with my training, consistency- he has come up with his own game.

This is a clear indication of defiance? Play? Dominance?

If he does decide to run away again, i'll likely try the same method. even if it takes half the time, i will consider this a victory- an understanding between us- that if he wants to run- i will let him and not try to confine him- but its much more comfortable to do what I want to do and be caught- that my ideas are good.

To be continued...


Humble Beginnings

This is the story of how Vincent came into my life.

It's a long one. For me, not for him...

In the middle of January I was riding with "the old man." His 13 year old WB jumper mare, and his 9 year old paint rescue. Still desperate for my own, but had just about, all but given up on looking.

The mare was jumping well- the paint... not so much. Being a rescue, this guy had not had much human interaction during most of his life- just hay and carrots over the fence, the only horse on a property of hoarded cats and other small animals.  Turning was a huge issue for him, pulling on either rein got only a battle- I must have strained all the muscles in my arm trying- a problem I would later experience on my own. Well built, strong and knew it.

I had been dragging the old man along for weeks to see horses, overpriced and not right for me. Trolling Kijiji had become my specialty, anything even remotely bred warm. Carstairs, Didsbury, Acme and beyond.

And then there was this ad: "4 Purebred Warmbloods $1000 ea. OBO." Away we went. Down dirt roads with numbers for names, past feedlots, pumpjacks and crumbling barns sinking into the earth, (Rural Alberta Landscape at its best) to a farm with no sign and no house number.  There were three bays and one chestnut standing at a round bale, in a foot of mud surrounded by chicken barns that looked like they had seen better days. My first thought "Ugh. more boring bays."

Pulling up beside the other cars in the "lot" a short lady in big boots came out and introduced herself. I asked her how she had come to have 4 warmbloods in a field, when she told me she had misunderstood the difference between "Registered" and "Purebred."

"Ugh... here we go. And did I mention they're all bays??"

Sloshing through the mud (yes in Calgary, there is mud and sunshine together in January, sprinkled with snow- we owe it to the mountains for the Chinook weather patterns) to the fence, we watched four round horses gorging themselves, basking in the warm sun.

"They're all pretty wild. I've had a halter on one of them."

.... Great, REALLY UNBROKEN.. Bays....  The ad had warned us, but not that these horses had never even been haltered.

The old man and I decided that we should try anyways. I really believed in his methods, his horsemanship and I do to this day. Through his grumbling about not getting paid for attempting to halter wild horses and all the things he'd rather do for the afternoon, we chased those four horses all over the field; around abandoned machinery, over the top of a pile of manure and bones, there was no run-in shelter. But the way I remembered it, Vincent didn't run- he floated. He had the movement I had been looking for: that warmblood trot, the balanced canter- he was a gem- white socks flashing.

The Mare (Roulette, Vincent's Mom) was dead lame in the front. She stopped running first and let us halter her about about an hour and a half. It broke my heart to see her crippled like that. The lady told us that she was close to 20 years old and my heart broke again. What kind of person was going to take in a 20 year old lame mare. If I could have, I would have. Her teeth were in desperate need of floating, a quick look showed the hook on the front incisors.  I could only imagine the lacerations that must have been hiding in the back.  Still, once caught she was soft in my hands, kind, sweet, nuzzling my hands and face. I kept her picture so I wouldn't forget her.





Vincent's two full brothers were there too. "Quinten" (the names of these horses I later learned from the copies of the papers given to me, at this time they were just "the gelding with the socks", "the dead lame one...") was lame in the back. You could see it from the start. You can see it in his picture. The back end is atrophic from not being used. By the end, he wouldn't even put his weight on the back right. He was the most Warmblood looking on of them all, he was beautiful. My heart truly broke this day to see these horses like that. If only I could have taken all of them, I could have figured out why they were so lame, someway, somehow.

The mind and the heart hardly work together. There is no way I could have financially provided for all of these horses. In my head I knew this- but to this day, there will always be some part of me that wonders "Could I have made them sound again? Made them useful?" My only solace is the thought that the woman who took the other three horses was successful in doing just that, and somewhere they are happy, sound, healthy and useful. I think of them often.

We led the mare into a small pen- after chasing the sheep out, and the others followed. Vincent's younger brother- the chestnut went into the pen too. He had a star on his forehead that was half white and half black... (I have never seen that before and doubt I ever will again.)

After some futile attempts to halter Vincent while he was in the pen, we decided to call it a day. I left a deposit on him and his younger brother. $100 and a promise to call later that evening. When I asked more questions I found out the chestnut was cryptoid, and three years old.

An ungelded son in the same field as his mother? My thoughts ran wild- was this gelding I was going to buy inbred? Was there something wrong with him they weren't telling me?

It would have been a good idea at this time to get a vet check. But you'll soon realize that first time experiences for me aren't always coupled with good ideas....

I committed. I thought about this gelding (said to be between 4 and 6) for a week, that had so much potential, and was so hindered by his environment. He deserved something better, more fulfilling.  And to be honest... I thought I deserved to have him. I have been taking care of other people's horses for 15 years and never had one of my own.

In the truck on the way home, I made the old man promise to help me with the gelding. "He'd be worth it" he said. I told him there's no way I could train the gelding without his help. I haven't heard from him in months now. He gave up on me, because I went somewhere else- to be honest I cant blame him, he is only looking out for the best well being for his horses. Working on the weekends, I no longer had time to ride for him. He replaced me with someone else.  who wouldn't want to ride amazing jumper horses for free?  So now, I am left to fumble blindly on this journey without him, the new folks at the place Vincent lives now are very supportive and have stepped in to help me frequently, they also train their own horses.

A week later I had hired a trailer out of Turner Valley to move him. The place the old man's horses were kept at did not want a "wild one." I did some research and chose a high end facility in the south with great people promising to help me and offering me a job on the weekends to help pay his board. I thought he'd be proud of me- I had arranged all of this all on my own. Heck, I was proud of me...

I was so nervous. The day finally came. Sunday (rescheduled from Saturday because of a snowstorm) and -10. By now I was a wreck. I had begged the lady to let me come and spend some time with him- get him used to a halter, and to me before the trailer came. My requests were in vain. The owners of the property did not want an unknown girl on their property, a punching bag for a very wild 1200 pound horse. An unruly ram, insurance- not really sure what the real issue was and never will.

It took close to 3 hours to get him on the trailer. I was so frozen I had to stand in the shed. There is something about a horse struggling to get into a trailer that brings out crazy ideas in people. We had the 12 ft line (the lady, being the only one to ever successfully halter him got my brand new Parelli halter on him) attached to him threaded through the front windows- like a winch.  I watched him panic and go up, coming down on a fence on his abdomen. I was horrified and so worried about him. I couldn't watch any more. The lady got out the stick. I was so frustrated I started to cry- if only they had given me time with him, I could have coaxed him on- pressure and release.  The trailer cost me $350 for an hour trip because he took so long to get on.

Shivering uncontrollably, I paid the rest for him. $600. I promised the lady I'd send pictures from Spruce Meadows. I intend to do this- or maybe from somewhere else. She chuckled- she thinks it's impossible. He is going to be great.

He came off the trailer like an old pro, following me calmly. He spent the first week in quarantine. I spent hours with him brushing him- he loved it, fell asleep. I taught him about velcro and blankets. I picked up his feet. He got vet checked with a clean bill of health and reasonably good confirmation (there is a strange bump on his back tendon but has never been lame and his front right leg has a slight turn, so slight you'd never notice.) He got his teeth floated and his vaccines. I was in love.



Welcome

Hello,

This blog will detail the trials and tribulations of my journey into horsemanship- and the purchase and training of my first horse.  Vincent, Vince, Vinnie, sometimes "asshole" is his name, keeping me always guessing and asking questions is his game. It seems every time I find the answer to one question, thirty more come up.

My life may not always have time for posting, but maybe let's give it a try.  People in my life grow tired of hearing my endless horse stories, successes and failures. Maybe there are those out there with helpful information, maybe there will be those who benefit from my experience. Hopefully, the one who will benefit most will be me- and therefore this blog can just be a place for me to collect my thoughts, summarize research and serve as a memoir.

Happy reading and happy riding.