TC had the worst weekend! On Saturday he got tormented by children, then he got a bath. Then Sunday we went to my parents' place on his first field trip since moving last month and everything was horrifying there.
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| Hi patience is the worst |
Saturday
I set up my soloshot in the corner of the arena to grab some video. I haven't seen him go in a long time, and while he feels great, I'm sure there's a ton of stuff to address. There is, but I didn't get to see very much of it.
There was a group lesson going on at the end of the arena near the gate, so we stuck with the far end and went to work. Then the lesson horses all left. Poor TC was all alone. He was a little concerned. Soon the lesson horses came back into the arena. Mkay. TC was very excited. Then they all left again and TC was very concerned. They kept doing this... for my whole ride. I guess they were trail riding around the property? Then coming back in?
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Medium trot developing pretty well though, I do want more relaxation in it though, but legs are matching and that's more than I could have said last time I schooled it |
TC got more and more upset, made worse by two horses in turnout playing near him. EVERYONE WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN AND HE HAD TO WORK. He got super amped and would
not calm down, but he only took off bucking once, so I'm counting this as a win.
After our very questionable ride, I further ruined TC's day by scrubbing him clean. He's been absolutely disgusting for so long, it was so nice to get him clean again. He smelled amazing.
I put him in turnout for the first time since he arrived there and he made a friend next door and they went trotting up and down together, playing bitey-face and squealing/striking at each other. I got some video that I'll post later! So cute! So his day wasn't all bad.
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| The one moment he enjoyed this weekend |
Sunday
I have been trying to get a lesson with a new trainer for a while now. She does this thing every week where she like... doesn't work for two days in a row. What the hell, are you even a horse trainer if you don't work every day? I work every day! Granted I also work in an office. But Kate works every day and doesn't work in an office. Are we the crazy ones? Maybe we are... So yeah, she couldn't teach me last Monday and couldn't teach me this Sunday. So I remain on my own.
I figured that it'd still be a good idea to take advantage of the good weather and take TC somewhere. So off to my parents' ranch we went! It's about 25 minutes away from my barn, has good footing, doesn't require a ring fee, and I can use my soloshot there. When it works. Which it didn't feel like doing!
First, before I talk about how TC was, can we just remember that I trained Rico to Grand Prix in this TINY arena. It's the length of a short dressage court and only a bit wider. How the hell did I do that? That horse is a saint, an actual saint.
Okay, back to TC. Who is absolutely not a saint.
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| Being clean is the worst |
I recently pressure washed my trailer, so it was looking beautiful as I loaded up my way-cleaner-than-he-was-a-week-ago horse into it.
When we arrived, I decided that since I had the whole day, I may as well do some patience training. So I left him in the trailer for a while and went in the house to pet the animals. Finally I got him out and took him on a walk. He seemed pleasantly curious and we walked down the road quite a lot.
Back at the trailer, I tied him up and again left him for a while. Then my dad started mowing the lawns and pastures, which TC thought was a horrible thing to do, so he freaked out at the trailer for a while and I again just ignored him while I petted Rico on the nose and told him how perfect he was.
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This was as close as I could get him to tracking up, not bad but he's also a horse that over tracks usually sooooo okay |
Finally I thought it might be a good idea to get on him. It was not a good idea.
The ride started out with him walking around on tip toes while I tried to get on him without him immediately leaving. I finally hopped on and he wouldn't walk, so we trotted. Very fast. I had to do a couple of pulley rein stops because he was so frantic about... nothing.
He did give me some EXCELLENT canter work though. When he gets all balled up, it's so easy to ride. I really want to see what it looks like, because it feels good and I literally feel like he's a half halt away from a canter pirouette... but you know, it just seems like the wrong way to get this kind of work out of him.
Back in trot, he was way more relaxed and I should have just pet him and gotten off of him.
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| Just pet him and get off, Megan, just pet him and get off |
I obviously did not. I guess I was greedy. But my mom also saw me riding (she said she was cringing the whole time, she said she knew I could handle it but "he's just SO BIG Megan") and offered to take video. Why get off when I have someone willing to take video?!
I got about two circles of okay work before I put him in canter and all the gunfire started next door. It'd be fine if 1) I had enough horse left to work him through it or 2) the gunfire was predictable so I could ride him through it for a bit, then stop the gunfire and praise him. But it went on for a long time.
So basically he's taking off with me and I can't stop him, but I know I need to get off. So I got him going slow enough to leap off of him and then we did some ground work and stood around while the gunfire kept going on. He did seem to calm down about it, and I had half a mind to get back on... but again it wasn't predictable.
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Right before shit hit the fan, he looks good!
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| There it goes... poor pony was terrified of the gunfire |
We didn't end on a great note, he got back home and we were both kind of frazzled. But the weekend did clarify a few things for me.
1) I am still way too trusting of him
2) I am for sure buying a 2 year old next time so I can
Amanda the hell out of it before I send it to a professional to start for me
3) TC still needs way more time before he's *always* trustworthy in new places
4) We are traveling every weekend that I can for the rest of his fucking life until I address it