I always joke that TC is a Game of Thrones character in the winter. Every single winter it's like he's never seen any weather outside of 75+ degrees and sunny. This winter, he has been WAY BETTER than he's ever been. Last winter I was nervous about being nervous. This winter, I'm only nervous about... being stupid. As in, getting on the horse because I think
I can sit anything he gives me and then realizing I can't when I hit the dirt.
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| Um, my saddle normally comes way further down |
Tuesday was one of those days where I worry about being stupid.
On Sunday, he was great! We worked hard, did some changes, and the only silliness was him getting a bit zippy about a horse in turnout galloping around. He's just not yet used to the turnouts being so close to the arena and for the most part, he's totally okay about it, but every now and then he'll kind of shake his head or scoot for a step or two. It's really very manageable and barely registers.
He got Monday off, and we went for a walk between the turnouts. The weather was changing and the horses were all nuts in turnout, so TC thought he might do his walk on his hind legs. I told him that this wasn't a good plan for him (it would involve a lot of backing up, which is harder to do on one's hind legs), and he came back down and relaxed about it. Again, super proud of him. Eliminating these kinds of responses take time, and the first step for him has been to be able to get him back mentally.
So Tuesday I got to him and I could sense that he was on edge. More so than he's been in a long time. He refused to come in the barn, was immediately scared of all the tack trunks (he's normally just very skeptical of the tack trunks). He was kind of snorting, but like... only breathing in.
Once I convinced him to get in the cross ties, he stood stock still on his tip toes, a line under his belly (engaging his abs) and a visible hump in his back. He was kind of wet, so I towel dried him a bit, which he normally doesn't care about. This time he was spooking away from the towel.
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| Way way way more relaxed on Sunday |
I put the saddle on (really, Megan? why even bother?) and I could not get his girth on. I normally start at hole 2 on each side, which is quite loose, then work my way up to hole 4 and 5. I finally managed to get it on by putting it down to hole 1 and he stood there horrified, with a gap under the back of the saddle that is not normally there.
I bridled him and we managed to walk down to the covered arena, his front feet only just making contact with the ground. Once we were inside, I tried tightening his girth, no dice.
So we did ground work, lots of backing up, head shaking, being told not to bite me, and trying to corral him as he flung himself around me at times.
When I finally FINALLY managed to get the girth tightened almost to normal, I thought it might not bee the worst idea to ride him through it. So I went over to the mounting block. There are two kinds of standing still (maybe there are more): the polite kind and the crazy kind. This was the crazy kind. He stood stock still, kind of shivering here and there, but it wasn't cold.
Uh... so I had him walk around the mounting block, moved him away, toward, backwards, forwards. Smacked the saddle, his neck, his butt, shook the reins at him. Reflected that just two days ago I was schooling the flying changes on him, laughed, told him off for yanking me off the mounting block, and repeated until I felt like he would stand still in the good way, for me to get on.
He seemed to be more relaxed by my antics. Maybe he needs me to be crazier than the weather (it was lightly sprinkling) in order for him to chill out. Or maybe he was getting tired, I was. I grabbed mane and swung my leg over. He walked off. You know that feeling where you're like "heh, I'm not going to move my leg to put it in my stirrup juuuust yet" yeah so I walked around for a bit with one foot in the stirrup before slowly easing the other one into the stirrup.
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| A bit alive on Monday but only a bit |
He does frequently come out with a hump in his back, so I did what I always do, smashed my seat bones into it and then clamped my thigh on. He started to slowly deflate, but not fast enough. He started trotting, which I also felt was a good idea. And off we went.
It was obviously the worst ride we've had in a long time, which was apparent from me going to get him in his paddock and finding him looking like he had seen a ghost (not the ghost of christmas past, which would probably show him that being crazy in the winter only delays him from his luxurious life being owned by an amateur).
Why I didn't leave him in the paddock, I don't know. Or just do ground work, or longe him (well, the longeing arena doesn't have great footing). Maybe I just wanted to see if I could get him back from the brink like this. It's not often that he comes out like this AND I'm up for risking an ejection, so I should take advantage of it when I can. He's such a good freaking horse 99% of the time, but every now and then he just loses it. Something puts him over the edge and he can't handle himself.
And I did ride him through it. It wasn't even all that bad. It was mostly a lot of him being all balled up, trotting in quick short steps, refusing to take larger steps unless it was in a fast canter, shaking his neck at me, falling over his shoulders, flinging his knees up, and a rock solid lumbar area. We had a lot of scoots but only two big bolts where he really vacated the area.
Focusing on my biomechanics, riding endless circles, nearly running a trainer over when he got away from me... and I slowly managed to chip away at the tension. Eventually I had him back under me, blowing his nose in a productive way (aka blowing it out instead of just in). We even got some really nice relaxed canter work. I was so proud of him being able to come back from that!
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Remember just two days ago when I could ride him around the property? |
But it of course, wasn't a very fun ride. Hopefully today goes way better. What that ride was, was really good progress for his mental training. My main goal this year is to press through the remaining quirks in him and try to get him to be the sort of horse I can put just anyone on. But this ride shows me that he's not quite ready for his ammy just yet, which is okay because I want to keep him for a while, he's my jam.