<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:15:37.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cranky Mare Training Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a newbie attempting to work with a mare that has gotten quite the attitude. I'm doing the best I can with the tools at my disposal. Money is tight and a good trainer is hard to find. Enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-5535223997776059035</id><published>2010-05-23T11:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:25:49.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACTHA Ride</title><content type='html'>Last weekend my friend from work and I packed our horses up in her spiffy new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LQ&lt;/span&gt; trailer and drove over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; (about 2 1/2 hrs with trailer) for a competitive trail ride with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACTHA&lt;/span&gt;. (Horse and Rider did an article on them recently, which got me interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon, and the ride was Saturday morning. So we went for a ride Friday... we were on this huge ranch and it was very pretty... unfortunately my camera is broken so I didn't get any pics... and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was being a fool anyway so I wouldn't have had use of a free hand anyway... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people were riding so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; would stop and stare every time she saw more people on horseback. No matter how many times I explained it to her, she still thought they were gonna eat her. At one point, there was sort of a round area and my friend was trotting her mare, who was being lazy... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; trotted circles around them, which was good to burn off some energy. Then my friend wanted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepass&lt;/span&gt; her mare, so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepassed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt;... she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepassed&lt;/span&gt; to the right just fine, but apparently she had crossed some wires in her brain that made her believe my cue for "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepass&lt;/span&gt; to the left" really meant "throw a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit and rear." Mares. The left is her "bad" way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepass&lt;/span&gt; anyway, but usually at home she just shakes her head a bit. Finally got her to take a few steps over and left it there. We also managed to spook at a cattle guard, and when we got to the river, I got her to go in, whereupon she suddenly realized she was in water and blew up, spooking her way out of it... I made her go back in but the mud was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; of deep and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; which also freaked her out, so I left it alone. But this time it was going on 6pm so we headed back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; first time on a tie-line and I was worried a bit about her and my friend's mare, especially since she is a bay paint and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; notoriously hates anything spotted... but they actually got along together quite well. By the end of the weekend they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, before the ride I took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; over to a field and lunged her for like 20 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, and then got on and loped her both ways for another 20 min or so. I was the only asshole with a sweaty horse when we started, but she was still acting a fool! She kept spooking at a tent, wouldn't hold still and kept goofing off and getting in other horses' space... I ended up having to circle her for like 15 minutes waiting our turn for the first obstacle. My friend then did the obstacle first and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was so upset that she had to &lt;em&gt;wait her turn &lt;/em&gt;and not just follow her friend that she threw a full-blown mare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit... trying to bolt after the other mare, spinning, stomping, rearing... it was literally all I could do to keep her under control, and barely, at that... by under control I mean we didn't just bolt into the obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two obstacles, BTW, involved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepassing&lt;/span&gt; both ways... I was like "Oh, great. Because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepassing&lt;/span&gt; went so well last night!" Amazingly enough, she aced the first obstacle... the second one was a bust. Her friend went first again... We had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepass&lt;/span&gt; through cones. We got halfway through, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; reared straight up... it was a pretty impressive rear. She was just so wired she couldn't listen or deal with the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to ride for a while without any more obstacles... everything was okay until we came to the river again... this time it was a rocky river bed with just a stream of water running through it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; decided it would be so much easier to jump the stream several times, but finally there was no choice for her but to go through, as the river literally was the trail for a while. She finally put a foot in, and lowered her head to sniff... which I hate because I have to give her her head to figure it out, but it means I have to reel in my reins if she blows up... but that fear was for nothing, she started pawing at the water and realized that rather than eating her, water would be great to splash around and play in. It was our big accomplishment of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the ride went about how I expected... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; settled in, but she was still a bit hot- we had a few rodeo moments when she would spook at one thing or another, but no major disasters. She was definitely trying to play catch up, and would have trotted to the front if I had let her, so loose reins were out of the question. She wasn't the only one though, there were a lot of hot and excited horses. We completed the water crossing, the log step-over, and the log-jump... which was really a step-over because I am terrified to jump her... we have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; over teeny-tiny raised poles at my trainers, like 18"... trainer can get her to jump, I just trot them. I am too scared she will do something dumb while I'm off balance and throw me. We flunked the gate obstacle- we were able to open it and get through, but not close it, so we got zero's for not completing... I think we should have gotten partial points though, because some people couldn't even open it, but oh well, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we took 38&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; out of 45 riders. I was thrilled- we weren't last place!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;! And I finished, and didn't get dumped, which is an automatic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt;. We are doing one in Dewey in June, I am only hoping the wind will cooperate, it was very calm and pleasant in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a totally different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;note&lt;/span&gt;, I won 2 two-day passes for Clinton Anderson's tour, in Vegas June 12-13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...I cant use them, if anyone is interested, I'm trying to sell at half-price... the passes are $40 each, I will sell both for $40 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBO&lt;/span&gt;, or possible trade for ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-5535223997776059035?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/5535223997776059035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/05/actha-ride.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/5535223997776059035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/5535223997776059035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/05/actha-ride.html' title='ACTHA Ride'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-7963715376159007703</id><published>2010-03-30T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:28:04.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fyaahchild&lt;/span&gt; for the inspiration. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Licorice and her momma were saved from a kill pen when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was a yearling by a kind family in Michigan. A friend of mine bought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; dam from them- Melody is a registered solid paint. We don't know who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; sire is, except that he was supposedly some black and white paint "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt;" to throw color. Well, the color he threw was sorrel, but that's okay, I like my redhead. I really wish I could find out her sire's bloodlines, but oh well. Lic is definitely built shorter and stockier than her momma- Melody is 15.3hh, and Lic is only 15hh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family had children, and their children, of course, had friends. One of these friends was a little girl who had cancer, and had always wanted a horse named Licorice. So, they named the sorrel horse Licorice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was 4, she was sent to be broke by my friend who had bought her mom. A year later, my friend bought her because the family was unable to keep her, and she didn't want to lose track of her horse's daughter. Around that time, I was taking lessons at the barn and helping my friend with a camp for kids, and I rode &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; a few times out on the trails and really liked her. She was (and still is) a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; trail horse, once she settles in... she's usually kind of hot and spooky for about 20 minutes, but if we are out on the state land or trails, she is an absolute blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was already planning on shipping Dutch, who I was leasing at the time, out to AZ with me, it was an easy decision to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; too. My friend sold her to me for a good price, and the rest is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-7963715376159007703?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/7963715376159007703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7963715376159007703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7963715376159007703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-8290825988222533111</id><published>2010-03-22T17:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:15:46.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 30 days</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been working with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; on cantering. Just as it was with the walk, jog, and trot, she has been throwing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fits about cantering... she'll &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; going just fine at a trot and when you ask for the canter, she will balk and snarl, and if you hit her with the crop, she will buck. She pulled this a week or so ago at my trainer's house, and finally I put on some blunt spurs and used that to get a canter out of her... I know people say not to use spurs for forward, but we were at the point where nothing else was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have been working her in a canter, some days she is wonderful, some days she is a cow. Last Friday was one of those days. It's my own fault, really... she cantered several laps both ways, nicely... I brought her down and let her trot, and tried to canter her again... and she just shut down. She started rearing up on me (this is a new habit, my trainer thinks she is trying new evasive maneuvers since bucking no longer works) and reverted back to her nice habit of trying to turn and bite... I was not pleased. At one point, she actually, in one swift motion, reared and turned her head to bite my leg. I'm ashamed to say she got me, too, since I was so focused on not falling or throwing her off balance (I am really not liking the idea of being flipped over on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called my trainer, and she started again today with another 30 days. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was great for her today, willingly cantered both ways, although the left lead is a bit harder for her. She threw a bit of attitude but no bucking. One thing I noticed is that my trainer worked her at an extended trot for quite some time. She explained to me that she wanted a willing, forward trot out of her before the canter, and didn't want to her to always associate trotting with cantering. This makes sense- I need to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; patient and work her longer before I try to canter her. I also am going to take a few English lessons while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; is in training again- I need to develop my leg strength. Whenever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; tried to die out or balk on the trainer, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; just put a lot of leg on her to drive her forward. When I try to do that, the mare just bucks or rears! (Not all the time, it's getting better, but obviously I still need to work on my riding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very glad the trainer is putting another 30 days on her... I figure we can get her into some good habits at the canter, and then I can take over and work on my position and cues. The trainer thinks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; can still sense I'm not quite as confident a rider as she is, and is taking advantage of that situation to pull some of her stunts. Hopefully we will get her out of that habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-8290825988222533111?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/8290825988222533111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-30-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8290825988222533111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8290825988222533111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-30-days.html' title='Another 30 days'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-3791227809252206221</id><published>2010-03-08T11:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:57:37.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddle Fit and Picture Time!</title><content type='html'>Well, crap, my pictures got all out of order, and I'm having trouble fixing it.. oh well! I wanted to upload some pics of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; saddle and the padding I use for Cut&amp;amp;Jump over at &lt;a href="http://thewellgroomedhorse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thewellgroomedhorse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ... So here they are. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anyone's&lt;/span&gt; comments would be appreciated... I have her padded up so that there aren't any dry spots, but now the damn saddle slips.... I'm going to have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experiment&lt;/span&gt; with reversing the pads or something. I am always on the lookout for a new saddle, but I have found that regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;QH&lt;/span&gt; bars are too narrow, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FQHB&lt;/span&gt; are too wide... and I can't really afford anything custom right now. The saddle is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fabtron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FQHB&lt;/span&gt; flex tree &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ladies&lt;/span&gt; Trail saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for some of the pics being bad- little miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; wanted nothing to do with holding still for grooming and saddling, let along picture time! And also sorry about the bad formatting... I'm not all that computer literate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446347433481362018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VQIoAEWmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LS4daa-n3yE/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for fun... Dutch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sez&lt;/span&gt;... "Oh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAI&lt;/span&gt;!" I recently found his registration info... he turns 30 this June! He looks so much better since putting him on the Integrity feed and Rice Bran!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VQHn_AGJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2FLVlz4x8XM/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446347416297019538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VQHn_AGJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2FLVlz4x8XM/s320/IMG_1725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; after her ride... life is tough! Not sweaty enough to really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eval&lt;/span&gt; sweat patterns, but no obvious dry spots... this is after an hour and a half of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lungeing&lt;/span&gt;/riding, she's just not that sweaty of a horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VQGj56U8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tp__lrkYt6U/s1600-h/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446347398022058946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VQGj56U8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tp__lrkYt6U/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddle on, with double pads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKEHZYPII/AAAAAAAAAE4/JZYMKTlIzIo/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340758939909250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKEHZYPII/AAAAAAAAAE4/JZYMKTlIzIo/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pic of the saddle on, excuse the dust! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was trying to dig her way out, and it's too muddy to groom at our usual spot outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKDZgyE6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/igrRMSaYTQY/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340746622931874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKDZgyE6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/igrRMSaYTQY/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the double pads, with the built-up (in the front) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavallo&lt;/span&gt; pad on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKCiKKPAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v9vFEAuvzfg/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340731764096002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKCiKKPAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v9vFEAuvzfg/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a wool blend felt pad on the bottom... excuse the Cranky Mare's pawing and head tossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKB9al4DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6CR3PdKt_8A/s1600-h/IMG_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340721900904498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKB9al4DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6CR3PdKt_8A/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the saddle... kind of hard to see here, but she has very little withers clearance due to the front of the saddle being too wide. (I think.) I don't know though, maybe I should put it on her with just a thin blanket and lunge, to see exactly where the pressure points are... thoughts on that? Oh, and yes, she is pooping... very photogenic and ladylike. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKBeLgDLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q44QrO2wlNw/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340713516108978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VKBeLgDLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q44QrO2wlNw/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And after grooming, but before tacking up. She's standing funny... she's not usually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; high-headed, hollow-backs, or butt-high... she is a bit butt-high, but she's all backed up on a hill her, but refuses to put her back feet on the cement behind her... *rolls eyes.* But hopefully it is apparent how far she has come in terms of muscling, compared to other pics I have posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, C&amp;amp;J, feel free to use any or all of these for a padding discussion, I am okay with suggestions and critiques too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-3791227809252206221?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/3791227809252206221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/saddle-fit-and-picture-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/3791227809252206221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/3791227809252206221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/saddle-fit-and-picture-time.html' title='Saddle Fit and Picture Time!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S5VQIoAEWmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LS4daa-n3yE/s72-c/IMG_1724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-3551810143268494540</id><published>2010-03-07T11:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:11:08.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not-So-Cranky Mare</title><content type='html'>It's been forever... let me start by saying that in the last Month, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; attitude has completely turned around. She has suddenly become much more happy to work and more tractable... we have actually been making progress on some things, most notably really getting collected at the walk-jog, and even cantering in the arena. My trainer thinks she has just finally gotten through to the mare... I attribute, at least partially, adding the supplement Source to her diet. It's cheap.... I would suggest anyone try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a post on Mugwump chronicles: &lt;a href="http://mugwumpchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-never-enough-time.html"&gt;http://mugwumpchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-never-enough-time.html&lt;/a&gt; . I found it so interesting, I thought I'd post my thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was a very desensitized horse... she ignored my leg, and eventually found that bucking, biting, and acting like a complete shit would get me off. This was my own fault... I looked for a trainer, and couldn't find one I liked. So I did groundwork, Clinton Anderson style. I did goofy things like walking her like a dog, and hopping up to ride back home. (Bareback, no helmet, and in a halter, on my shit of a horse. Smart, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was able to ride on the trails, but dammit, I wanted to be able to do arena work too! She was a total nightmare in the arena... balking, bucking, biting, I just could not get her to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the perfect trainer... my trainer knows when to push, when to reassure, and when the horse just needs to get laced with a whip. When I first started with horses, i thought it as mean to hit a horse. Now I realize that it's mean NOT to hit a horse, if they need it. I saw my trainer back the mare up, flex her laterally, put a (short, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;) spur in her side to get her to move, yell with the "pissed-off mom voice," and make her do endless circle... I also saw her lavishly praise even the tiniest improvements. She's a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, finally, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; is at that place Mugs mentioned... sensitive enough to respond to light cues, but desensitized enough that she won't wig out if I make a mistake. Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was working &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; in a large round-pen sized area in the lot next door. She had given me a good day- a flawless walk/jog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;warmup&lt;/span&gt;, and I actually got about 3 laps at the canter, each way... there was some bucking involved, but nothing outrageous. She is also starting to understand that bucking=getting popped in the mouth with the bit. So, as a reward, I allowed her to canter up a little path in the 2 acre lot. At first, she got excited and threw a bucking fit when I wouldn't let her all-out run. So, after another 5 minutes of cantering circles, we tried again... and she was fine, almost hitting that rocking-chair cadence. This is a huge stride for he, she has a lot of balance issues at the canter, and I take these improvements as a sign that all of our hard work is paying off. So, we go up one side of the property, and double back to go the other way. We were cantering again, and all of a sudden we're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMGI'MGONNA&lt;/span&gt; DIE! running, with her head in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe, and sit back, and slowly pull back on the reins. (It was really hard for me to learn to relax when my horse is wigging out!) We stop, turn and face the threat.... a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; terrier. *Sigh* Okay, so we go up, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; puts her head down and snuffles at the thing, and I turn her, and we continue cantering the way we were going before. We round a corner (I live in a hilly area) and we suddenly see a car pulling away from the school that is adjacent to the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I didn't sit the spook so pretty. As we were already cantering, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; very nimbly changed her direction... from forwards to SIDEWAYS. Nice. Well, I lost my seat, meaning my ass was about 1 foot to the left of the saddle... but my feet were still in the stirrups, and my hands were still on the reins. I ended up literally sitting on the mare's side, hanging on her mouth with the reins. (I know, I should have let go, but it was a bad moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; would have had a legitimate reason to launch me... instead, she stopped after about 4 strides, allowing me to unceremoniously drop to the ground. Of course, the lady in the car witnessed the whole fiasco.... she felt bad, but I assured her it was no big deal and I was fine. I got back on, rode for 10 more minutes, cantered the damn straightaway one more time without incident, and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this story? My mare, who can be very laid back one moment and spooking like a bat out of hell the next, responded to my screwed up stop cue, without responding to the whole "rider hanging off of her side" thing. I'd rather she had either not spooked, or I had ridden it better, but with practice, I know that better riding on my part will translate to more confidence, and less spooking, on her part. And compared to six months ago, when asking her to canter in an arena would have been a complete disaster? Her improvement so far is amazing, and I expect more amazing things to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-3551810143268494540?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/3551810143268494540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-so-cranky-mare.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/3551810143268494540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/3551810143268494540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-so-cranky-mare.html' title='The Not-So-Cranky Mare'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-6669889228809672853</id><published>2010-01-26T15:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:41:05.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; and I had a lesson today... our trainer's arena is too wet for cantering, so we worked on collection and headset. The way she had me do it was to set my hands low and wide and keep them there, giving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; enough rein to release the pressure if she would break at the poll but not enough to have her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by golly, it worked! After an initial attempt to kill me (she spooked at the dogs) she jogged around the arena, tossing her head against the bit and generally being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; and fighting the bit. But after a while, she settled down and realized she was only bugging herself, and I wasn't going to give. We actually had a few laps each way of what my trainer called a perfect western pleasure jog... and it felt great! Completely floaty and even harmonious, with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; moving off the leg nicely. Of course, we had attitude intermittently, but it barely even registered to me... I felt like we made such great progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone else want to share how they get their horse to break at the poll? Our trainer said we were basically simulating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidereins&lt;/span&gt;, but that now I know how to get her head under control... which, as an added bonus, will help prevent bucking! Anyone else have any ideas or methods they want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-6669889228809672853?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/6669889228809672853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6669889228809672853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6669889228809672853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-day.html' title='A Good Day!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-3104219663779931978</id><published>2010-01-21T10:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:15:20.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collection, cantering, and sidepassing</title><content type='html'>Well, we officially know now that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; CAN canter in an arena... the problem is, she doesn't want to. I took her to my trainers arena... our first day of cantering, she was great... no resistance or anything. We cantered one whole lap, and I praised her, and she got to be done. Good day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days, she seemed to realize that she was being tricked into being a good girl, and wanted none of it. She had to be worked into the ground... she was awful, bucking, balking, etc. She got lunged, she got smacked with a crop, she got spurred... these are not new aids to her, and were not used indiscriminately or carelessly. She really and truly wanted to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of an "ah-ha!" moment the next day. She bucked, and I pushed her through it, and was able to put her right back into the canter. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! My trainer noticed right after that though that she was acting still on her right hind, so we ended it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, we were trail riding, and she cantered nice as could be on the trail. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also been working on collection and lateral work... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; can now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepass&lt;/span&gt; both ways under saddle- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! It's harder for her to the left, but every time, we get a bit more out of her. Her head is coming down and nose is tucking in better at the jog, and she will jog around endlessly without complaint. We still have to work on consistent speed... or I should say, I have to work on it... my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trainre&lt;/span&gt; can get a consistent trot all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, we are making progress with every ride. It is very encouraging. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-3104219663779931978?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/3104219663779931978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/collection-cantering-and-sidepassing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/3104219663779931978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/3104219663779931978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/collection-cantering-and-sidepassing.html' title='Collection, cantering, and sidepassing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-7856079911808868014</id><published>2010-01-04T10:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:50:30.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Horsenality"</title><content type='html'>Oh no... A Parelli term! Per the Parelli model, Lic is very much a Left Brain Introvert. She has more whoa than go, and if you pick a fight with her, she has more fight than flight. She does much better when convinced to do something, rather than being forced into it. Oh, and food. She loves food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can, however, go "right brain" in 0.2 seconds. Dogs? OMG, must run. Garbage bags? Trembling like a leaf. Cold and windy? Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trainer has taught me that sometimes, you have to fight the fight. Mare turns and snarls at you instead of moving off the leg? Not cool, and she HAS to learn to move off the leg. So she gets MORE leg pressure and gets to circle until she listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, it's best to avoid the fight. The trainer has me lunging before trail riding to take the edge off... I forgot the other day, and that was... Interesting. We had several turn on bolt moments due to scary doggies. The next day I lunged the crap out of her (pony not listening means pony can work her ass off, LOL) and amazingly enough, she was good and listened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to having the patience to work with a young and willful horse. I have decided to embrace her sometimes witchy mare attitude, and laugh at her grump faces as long as she complies. She also has her sweet and endearing moments.. she's very respectful of space, but can be quite entertaining when she comes up to explore... the other day, I was late going out to feed, so Lic needed to see if my Blackberry was, in fact, a treat. She is also extremely tolerant of me playing with her ears and lips, and making her make kissy faces... I know, it's so not ladylike! If I stroke her ears slowly, she goes almost into a trance, and I've been playing "friendly game" and massaging sensitive spots, like her cinch area and udders, so that she won't be so pissy about grooming there. And her back seems much better, but I've continued doing some massage. I'm hoping my fancy orthopedic pad comes today or tomorrow, can't wait to see if it helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics of lazybones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422954114966360674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I0CRfQEmI/AAAAAAAAADg/0PNoKCeac-8/s320/IMG00091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Midmorning snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I1J77ziII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5BobrRETo5o/s1600-h/IMG00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422955346131126402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I1J77ziII/AAAAAAAAAD4/5BobrRETo5o/s320/IMG00095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Dutch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I1Jp-lp2I/AAAAAAAAADw/fFMh2Iyeg9g/s1600-h/IMG00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422955341310961506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I1Jp-lp2I/AAAAAAAAADw/fFMh2Iyeg9g/s320/IMG00093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whatcha doin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I1JWZLpzI/AAAAAAAAADo/G2myn7ik1qc/s1600-h/IMG00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422955336053794610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I1JWZLpzI/AAAAAAAAADo/G2myn7ik1qc/s320/IMG00092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leave me alone! I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dutch is a total Right Brain horse. He's so active, full of energy... wish I would have known him when he was young. :) He's also the lead horse in his herd of 2, he has some very "studly" behaviors and is always nipping Lic and bossing her around... however, they do get separated to eat because Dutch will wander away from his food and let Lic have it. To ride, Dutch is still a little spitfire. Holding him back when he wants to trot or run home (he's a bit barn sour, and buddy sour for Lic) can be a total chore, and he's been known to practically canter in place because he's to antsy to hold still. He is a little lazier at home, but has always been a great arena horse. If he acts a fool, you just kick him up a bit and he's like "Oh.. Okay! Sorry! I'll quit jigging now!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Working on pics of my old sweety as well, he is in much better shape than he was when I got him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I2hlKA8tI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kgr87gGe4WM/s1600-h/IMG00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422956851845198546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I2hlKA8tI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kgr87gGe4WM/s320/IMG00102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I2hROWCOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/k-DI3-GvL38/s1600-h/IMG00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422956846494648546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I2hROWCOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/k-DI3-GvL38/s320/IMG00101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm, what's going on over there? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I2g5VwNeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lUDfmtq7Vrw/s1600-h/IMG00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422956840083273186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I2g5VwNeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lUDfmtq7Vrw/s320/IMG00097.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In his blanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What little quirks do you love about your horses?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-7856079911808868014?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/7856079911808868014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/horsenality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7856079911808868014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7856079911808868014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/horsenality.html' title='&quot;Horsenality&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/S0I0CRfQEmI/AAAAAAAAADg/0PNoKCeac-8/s72-c/IMG00091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-9032342013475418098</id><published>2010-01-01T08:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T08:52:04.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and Plans</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted. In that time, I had an equine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiro&lt;/span&gt; out to look at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; re: her bucking, and general &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pissiness&lt;/span&gt; at times. Well, I have to say...  really, it didn't help much. According to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiro&lt;/span&gt;, the was out in her withers, lumbar, and pelvis, and really tense in her shoulders from compensating. Adjustments were made, and it was fine for a couple days.. I lightly lunged her, owing to me being busy at work. Then, she came up with lumbar back pain- her lumbar spine had slipped back out, and now her muscles were really tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiro&lt;/span&gt; was unable to came back out in a reasonable time frame, so I took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; to the vet. (Lucky her, she got to have her teeth floated too!) The vet said he's not a big fan of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiro's&lt;/span&gt;, because in his opinion, they muck about with things that aren't necessarily meant to be changed. So, basically, he told me that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; is what she is, and to get a batter saddle pad to keep the pressure off of that area. So.. huh. I'd be interested to hear thoughts on your guy's horses, back issues, experiences with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiro's&lt;/span&gt;, etc. She still has the little bump on her lumbar spine, but the soft tissue swelling and tension has diminished, and she doesn't seem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouchy&lt;/span&gt; there other than being sensitive to grooming... but then again, she is kind of sensitive all over to grooming. Anyway, long story short, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trainer&lt;/span&gt; and vet said just leave it alone since she's not showing any obvious lameness, and not sore after riding. I did order a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavallo&lt;/span&gt; pad, one of the built-up ones, because my saddle is slightly too wide in front and tips a little bit. I'm hoping the better pad material and fit might improve her performance a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, between bad weather and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; being sore, we made only intermittent progress this month. We worked on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-spooking, manners while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lungeing&lt;/span&gt;, and ground poles. Just yesterday, the trainer had her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepassing&lt;/span&gt; over poles under saddle! I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' proud of my little mare, I don't think she's ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepassed&lt;/span&gt; with a rider. I saw her working it out in her head... I love my trainer, because if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; is just being a shit, she gets after her (in fact, she had a come-to-Jesus meeting the other day for bucking) but if there's genuinely a problem, she just eases through it. She just talked soothingly- it's okay, you and do it, move your hind, now move your front- until we got the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sidepass&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was a little confused, and she gets mad when she gets confused, but the trainer pushed just enough to get her to think and not blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping to finally get her cantering this month, the weather didn't allow for a whole lot of consistency last month. My trainer says she still has some balance and confidence issues to work on, hence lots of pole work and lateral work. Plus, doing things that make her think but aren't necessarily physically beyond her reach is so good for her... if she's thinking, she can't be a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt;, I had a horse that was hard for me to handle... I was green and not used to a horse that would BUCK to get out of work. I went through trainers, I bought books, I made some progress one my own. I went from being practically unable to ride the horse to able to ride her on trails... but since I've been working with my trainer, I realize a lot of that was still on her terms, and I needed to step up and really learn how to ride a young horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since working with my wonderful trainer, my horse will now settle in and do arena work just fine. She moves off the leg. She learned that "MOVE OUT" really means move out, and while she still has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fits at times, she doesn't win. I have learned a more effective leg and seat position, so I can deliver consistent cues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I plan to keep up with the trainer. We'll see how this month goes. Regardless, even after I take her out of full-time training, I plan to keep up with lessons. I want to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; to a local show this year, even if it is a lame walk-jog class. Yes, even if I get my ass kicked by a bunch of ten-year-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. I've never been to a horse show, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; jog is SO comfy. I don't care if she's not a peanut roller, her jog is truly a pleasure to ride. Hopefully her lope will be comfy as well. I enjoy cantering, but since I can't get her to lope in an arena, all I've experienced is a fast, fun, "Whee!" canter. And I can't get that all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;... I'd say 60% of the time she lugs around on her front end at the canter... so we have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to really enjoy our wonderful trails around here. I plan to go horse camping, and go out on more "real" trail rides- she does great on the long trail rides, 5-6 hours doesn't faze her. She might be a chunk but she's in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plan to improve my own riding, so I can be more effective, and more confident. I don't want to get bucked off anymore! It sucks! I would love to get to the point where I'm more comfortable riding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; bareback... I rode her around the yard in nothing but a halter the other day, and she was great... I want to expand on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry to ramble! Feel free to share your plans for the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-9032342013475418098?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/9032342013475418098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-and-plans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/9032342013475418098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/9032342013475418098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-and-plans.html' title='Updates and Plans'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-6967711537062935528</id><published>2009-12-07T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:32:01.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundwork Issues</title><content type='html'>So, before doing our riding out in the neighborhood, my trainer has had me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lungeing&lt;/span&gt; Licorice. She's typically pretty responsive on the ground, but for some reason has been giving me guff the past few days. I really wonder if she's sore, or just being a snot. She walks, jogs, and trots both ways nicely. The extended trot is kind of heavy on the fore, but for now, I'm just trying to work on responsiveness. Trouble comes when I ask for a canter... she spins toward me and gives me a snarly mare face, even going so far as to bite the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lungeline&lt;/span&gt;! She goes to the right easier than to the left... she wasn't doing this before, so I wonder if it's a soreness issue. But.. yesterday I worked her through it... basically, I kept bringing her back in to me and sending her out every time she balked, and after about 10 repetitions of this nonsense, she cantered on the left lead. She was also trying to canter to the left in a right lead... then finally switched to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainer thinks she is just testing me, and says she has seen horses go out on the wrong lead before because "they know they aren't supposed to," and it can be another way of testing the owner or trainer, and that they anticipate being stopped and asked again for the correct lead... basically, another way to get out of the work. Licorice is well known for trying multiple ways to get out of doing something before finally giving up and doing it. And the thing is, she looks fine, not lame or gimpy, once she finally complies, and in fact, can collect nicely on a loose rein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any ideas for how to really tell if it's pain versus just attitude? I live in a small area and I'm not sure how readily available and equine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiro&lt;/span&gt; would be just for a consultation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-6967711537062935528?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/6967711537062935528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/12/groundwork-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6967711537062935528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6967711537062935528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/12/groundwork-issues.html' title='Groundwork Issues'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-4353345220954687455</id><published>2009-12-02T11:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:30:17.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail Ridin' Fools</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; and I have spent a ton of time on the trails. I mean, from 4-6 hour rides, alone or in a group. It has been a blast! We have tackled steep, rocky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; trails, seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Javelina&lt;/span&gt; (scary!) and Coyotes (not so scary), and covered miles of flat high desert. This Sunday we are going on a group canyon ride- I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back in training, and this week, we are working on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-spooking to residential hazards... that is, residential hazards in my rural town. Last weekend, I feared for my life while riding down the street. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; kept spooking, and these were not little spooks. These were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;-bolt-then-buck spooks. The high point of our ride was me not falling off *rolls eyes.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are taking it one step at a time. Instead of just doing it and trying to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; deal with the dogs, and cars, we are starting on some easier routes with, say, plenty of dogs but fewer cars. Whenever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; shuts down in nervousness or fear, my trainer has hopped off and gotten her attention on the ground, either lunging on one rein or, if need be, smacking her to get her eyes back where they need to be. Well, duh. Guess if I had thought about it for a second, I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of her spooking issue is my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; riding, too. I have the involuntary *GASP* my horse is spooking CLAMP ON WITH YOUR LEGS AND DON'T FALL!!! reaction. Not helpful. I am going to ride with my trainer the next couple days, and hopefully we'll work on my issues as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, because out on some really challenging terrain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; is fine. It's the man-made stuff that terrifies her... garbage cans, dogs barking against fences, kids on bikes, um, about a 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt; pony... no, I am NOT joking about that... sheep, other horses, cows... but put her out on a wide stretch pf state land, and she's good. I think she gets claustrophobic, or it's just one scary thing after another while going down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I know with my wonderful trainer's help, we can get past it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add some new pics soon, it's amazing to me how much she has bulked up (muscle, not fat) with all this daily work. Dutch is looking good too, and has been a champ about going out and being ridden after just sitting around for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-4353345220954687455?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/4353345220954687455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/12/trail-ridin-fools.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/4353345220954687455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/4353345220954687455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/12/trail-ridin-fools.html' title='Trail Ridin&apos; Fools'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-698616461090803849</id><published>2009-11-09T12:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:30:30.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a better seat!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a bit frustrating for me. My 30 days of training is up, and it will be a few more weeks before I can pony up for another 30. I was working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; in the arena area I have available (basically it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shaped&lt;/span&gt; like a large round pen, but no rail). She was good at the walk, we did a lot of practice being responsive to the leg and stopping with my seat only. I like to practice my own posture at these times as well. It took a couple times, but eventually she got to where she was stopping on a dime when I settled back. I try to make a point of driving my seat bones down, as my trainer instructed, but somehow it has lost some of the finesse it had when she was here coaching me! I'm not sure if it's a me thing, or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; thing (she was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;distractible&lt;/span&gt; yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when we got it down, I moved on to some jogging work. She would be good for a while, but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tends&lt;/span&gt; to hollow out and rush at a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;corners&lt;/span&gt;, but not the others... I'm not sure why. I made her jog small circles into the corners every time she did this, and then she would be good for a lap or two and do it again. In fact, she was trying to run out on me (like I said, this arena has no rail) and run up the hill that borders the arena area. Once again, I would put her back and make her do circles where she had run out until she was clam and soft. The problem was, I have seen my trainer do this until she is soft and jogging well, and she makes her jog nicely for quite some time before quitting time. I couldn't get more than one or two nice laps at a time out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt;... she kept getting strung out and falling into a high-headed, rough trot. Sometimes I could settle her with my seat, sometimes not. I tried circles, I tried halting, backing, and pivoting (she can pivot on the hind now, it's not pretty, it needs practice, but she does it), I even tried making her circle at an extended trot for a while and then go back to the jog (I definitely need to take some English lessons- my posting trot position is awful! I was flopping like a fish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; let me know it with her pinned ears, too). I finally settles for a good 2-3 laps each way and quit before it could fall apart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, like a fool, I pushed my luck. I was actually attempting to end on a positive note. On this property are a couple of straightaway areas that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; likes to canter. She cantered up one, nice as you please. Then, after looping around to the other straightaway, I asked for a canter and got the death-trot. After she continued to ignore my cue, I reached for the over-under and slapped lightly behind my asking leg (this usually works for her). Well, on this particular day, she decided to throw a good hard buck. I normally could have sat it, but apparently, luck was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; side. She bucked, half-reared, bucked again, and I was on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed fine, but the problem is, this is Arizona. I don't have a nice, groomed arena. I have flat areas I make do on. If you've never been to the southwest, you don't know what it's like to fly off a horse and land in tumbleweed. In my particular area of AZ, tumbleweed is more common than dandelions were in Ohio. So, falling off your horse in AZ sucks way more than falling off your horse in OH. Just thought that would add some context, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhurt but pissed, I hopped back up and walloped her ass around, not hard, but enough to make her work to keep moving her hind away from me. And then I climbed back up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cowboyed&lt;/span&gt; her ass around and MADE her canter until I decided we were done. In retrospect, I'm not sure this was exactly the right thing to do, but I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; been working her for over an hour and a half at this point, and I guess maybe making my point and getting it done with was the best thing to do? I'm not sure. On the way back home, I flapped the over-under nonchalantly and made her just keep walking... I want her to respond to ME, not the rope, so I thought maybe swinging it around without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cueing&lt;/span&gt; would help in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got to take the bad with the good. I think I might lunge before riding today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-698616461090803849?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/698616461090803849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-better-seat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/698616461090803849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/698616461090803849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-better-seat.html' title='I need a better seat!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-8159235849944255006</id><published>2009-10-26T10:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:08:36.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Match made in heaven</title><content type='html'>Today I asked my trainer, "Who is this horse and what have you done with Licorice???" Today was my first lesson since training started- the trainer wanted to work her through some of her attitude before I got on. She was amazing! She tested me a bit- balked a little, and gave a little buck when I popped her with the over-under for flat-out refusing to move. After that, she was actually really good! A few times I had to back her hard and fast (we decided that is a pretty good consequence for balking/snotty behavior) but otherwise, she listened so well. We were moving almost entirely off the leg, although a few times I had to follow up with the rein. She responded to neck reining nicely though. At her problem spots, we circled and worked off the leg... overall, I couldn't be more pleased and if anyone in Northern AZ (Prescott area) needs a trainer please leave me a comment, I'll be happy to recommend her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got plenty of direction as far as my riding goes... I know I need work, but it would seem that mostly trail riding has gotten me lazy as far as equitation... and somethings I just never got down to begin with. L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ike&lt;/span&gt; any good riding instructor, I was reminded any number of times about legs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;- heels down, lean back, sit on your pockets... my main thing was my leg position was such that I was always putting pressure on L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ic's&lt;/span&gt; side... I am going to have to rethink and relearn how to sit in order to keep the pressure off so she listens better when I do cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our 1st month of training is done. The plan from here is, I'm going to work her for a couple weeks at the walk/jog. I go on vacation this weekend, but I am going to work her before and after. Then, starting sometime in the next couple weeks, we will start with some lessons, and once I recoup my money losses from vacation, we will do another month of training to get her going on some canter work. My goals until then are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Body position- keep my butt where it belongs. I am singing to myself... Head, shoulders knees and toes- knees and toes!&lt;br /&gt;2. Consistency- I must make my lazy ass get up and work her every day, or work her every morning before bed (I work nights). The trainer said she needs that 5 days of saddle work per week, or she will start to slide back.&lt;br /&gt;3. Timing- she gets two chances to respond to my ask, then tell, and after that, if she still doesn't listen, she's going to either back as fast as she can or get popped with the over-under, depending on if she's just being lazy or actually being defiant and nasty about it. I need to get over the little hesitation and get automatic on my cues and follow-through.&lt;br /&gt;4. Goals- pick something to work on, get it done, and move on. This might mean either being done for the day, or working on another task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was feeling frustrated after a tough trail ride (it was cool and windy, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was fresh and spooky, meaning, of course, it was hell to get her to pay attention to me). Today, I am thrilled... we might make a successful little local show horse out of her yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-8159235849944255006?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/8159235849944255006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/10/match-made-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8159235849944255006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8159235849944255006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/10/match-made-in-heaven.html' title='Match made in heaven'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-194020853286552416</id><published>2009-10-05T12:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:15:50.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training update</title><content type='html'>Well, today marked the start of week 2 of training... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was a champ! Which I didn't expect, seeing's how she was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt; mare all weekend... presenting for Dutch one second and the next, pinning her ears and trying to bite anything that came within 5 feet... including me, if I dared to groom her. She got a few swats with the dandy brush for that shit and quickly learned to be quietly grumpy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; had a sharp learning curve. She gave the trainer shit for a few days, but the trainer was consistent and persistent, not stopping until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was a good girl and doing whatever was asked with a happy face. There were a few impressive tempter tantrums though, and a come-to-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt; meeting on the first day of trot work. After balking and ignoring cues for about 20 minutes, the trainer hopped off and made her walk, whoa, back up, and repeat several times on the ground. Finally, Licorice decided it was easier to trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, she had the day off from training, so I rode out to state land and let her run. It's really amazing that she can be such a lazy, resistant cow at times because on Saturday, you would have sworn she thought she was a racehorse. We galloped about a mile until finally&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I couldn't take it anymore, I was starting to lose my seat. So we finished out at a canter and walked 2 miles home so she could cool out. I could tell she had a blast with it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today... she was wonderful. She walked/jogged wherever she was told. The trainer said she does a lot better to her right, the only balking she did was while going to the left. So she kept things positive today and worked more on her "good" side, and tomorrow she is going to work on going to the left without stopping at the same place every time. But overall, I couldn't be more happy with the job this trainer is doing or with the progress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; is making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-194020853286552416?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/194020853286552416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/10/training-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/194020853286552416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/194020853286552416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/10/training-update.html' title='Training update'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-738098985460192487</id><published>2009-10-02T10:31:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:47:08.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I took these pics on my cell phone, so if the quality isn't great, sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY7X5110NI/AAAAAAAAADY/3QaGO28zmwA/s1600-h/IMG00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388059286045053138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY7X5110NI/AAAAAAAAADY/3QaGO28zmwA/s320/IMG00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Chubby Girl munching on hay after a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388058843610229090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY6-JpKKWI/AAAAAAAAADI/52mTGOpzbNs/s320/IMG00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looking nice and shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY7GKpa9HI/AAAAAAAAADQ/60XLi2wNrxw/s1600-h/IMG00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388058981318718578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY7GKpa9HI/AAAAAAAAADQ/60XLi2wNrxw/s320/IMG00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dutchy boy after his bath- 25 years old and lookin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY6ut2BOHI/AAAAAAAAADA/hAzvsRFUWQ8/s1600-h/IMG00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388058578449938546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY6ut2BOHI/AAAAAAAAADA/hAzvsRFUWQ8/s320/IMG00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out on state land, looking at cows. I always leave her halter on for trail rides, so I can get off and lead her up to or through scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY6Qk9DchI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LVI9ruBP8Fc/s1600-h/IMG00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388058060667449874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY6Qk9DchI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LVI9ruBP8Fc/s320/IMG00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally... just chillin' at the barn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-738098985460192487?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/738098985460192487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/738098985460192487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/738098985460192487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SsY7X5110NI/AAAAAAAAADY/3QaGO28zmwA/s72-c/IMG00038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-7406130840285179784</id><published>2009-09-28T15:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:21:43.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucked off, lessons learned.</title><content type='html'>Well, I ate some dirt last week. I was cantering Licorice around a field, and she was going nicely in the direction toward home... and balked at going away from home. So I simply insisted, yes, you will go away from home... not meanly or anything, just was firm with her. She complied, and cantered the way I wanted, for about 3 stride... and erupted into a bucking fit. Usually she bucks once or twice, not a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;broncy&lt;/span&gt; fit like this. So I had that "oh, I'm losing it moment;" the moment when riding it out is no longer an option and you start planning for the fall. Anyway, I was essentially unhurt, although I did get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faceplanted&lt;/span&gt; into some tumbleweed... for those of you who've never been in the desert, let me assure you- &lt;em&gt;not fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I brushed myself off, got my bearings, and caught my horse, who was purposely meandering away from me just barely faster than I was walking... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. She, of course, is calm as can be now, munching on some weeds. So, I hop back on and continue down the street. She was fussy about exactly where she wanted to go, but I worked her through it until she was listening. Something still felt off though, so I hopped back off. Lo and behold, I found a small cut on one of her heel bulbs. I'm not sure if it was an overreach or if she just stepped on some trash in the field, but suddenly, I wasn't crabby with her anymore. Once again, Licorice proves that she is not a pain in the ass (admittedly, this was my thought as I was pulling tumbleweed thorns from my face) but actually, a very good girl for doing as I asked even with a sore foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story- check your horse from head to toe if you get bucked off. The cut is tiny, no lameness or even any obvious bleeding, and it's healing well. It was very hard to spot- because of the sand that covered it, it honestly just looked like a dirty horse booger got on her foot until I looked closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after this incident, I finally broke down and bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;easyboots&lt;/span&gt;- so far, so good. She has no problems at all with them and no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ouchies&lt;/span&gt; over rocks. I had been hoping to find used ones, but simply got sick of waiting and ponied up the cash. For anyone who is thinking about them, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Easyboot&lt;/span&gt; Epics are working really well for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day with the new trainer was today, she is training at my place and a super nice lady. She is firm but very kind to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt;, constantly encouraging her and fixing any problem or misbehavior with no fuss, and then praising as soon as she is being good again. She worked her in long lines today and said that although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; seemed unfamiliar with long lines, she picked it up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update with pics again soon, both horses are looking shiny and healthy. I rode Dutch the other day as well... riding the old guy was great! I love his push button gaits and rocking chair canter, and he is very forward as well... as opposed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; slow, plodding walk and resistant upward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;transitions&lt;/span&gt; at times. I'm hoping with persistence and training, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; will eventually get to the point where she is as easy and fun as Dutch to ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-7406130840285179784?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/7406130840285179784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/09/bucked-off-lessons-learned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7406130840285179784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7406130840285179784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/09/bucked-off-lessons-learned.html' title='Bucked off, lessons learned.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-5240121841420515709</id><published>2009-09-10T16:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:41:46.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, it's been forever...</title><content type='html'>But summer is busy and between having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;houseguests&lt;/span&gt;, being out of town, and just generally doing stuff this blog fell on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;backburner&lt;/span&gt;. So hopefully I'll get back on track here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I've just been trail riding, and trying to convince Licorice that certain things are just not going to kill her. The two main things we're working on right now are water and cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were making some progress on water. I had gotten her to where she would cross puddles and such. Well, back in July, I ran into a couple of people trail riding out on state land. Being that we had had monsoon rains for about a week straight, there were some large puddle (read: ponds) that had formed. Well, my new riding buddies had horses that just loved water, and plowed right in to one. Licorice offered to follow, and even though I had a saddle on trial that I was using (a $900 saddle no less) I figured that since the water wasn't quite up to the other horses' bellies, it would be fine. After all, I figured, what an opportunity to get her in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that when we got in the pond, she veered right of the path that the other horses had taken... and we were suddenly halfway up my thighs in water... oops. My initial reaction was to panic about the expensive-ass saddle I had on trial... that worry was quickly subsumed in the blossoming crisis of Licorice's panic... the pond, after all, &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; trying to eat her. So, we buck out of the pond in a glory of flying mud, rodeo style, me with on hand on the horn and the other hand making a feeble attempt at a one-rein stop... finally, I managed to stop her, and I have no idea how I stayed on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. I was totally off-balance for this bucking fit, and I'm sure my entire body looked like a big pathetic noodle... And as I'm sitting there, both me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; getting our bearings (poor girl was shaking from head-to-toe) one of the guys I was riding with goes, "That's what you're supposed to hold onto the reins for. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;." I'm sure I gave him a very pleasant look as I thanked him for the advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this little incident soured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; to water a bit, and then the rains stopped for a  few weeks, and only started back up a couple weeks ago. I went riding one day after it rained with my friend down the street, and we were going to take our normal little route through the wash, except when we got there (duh) the wash was flooded... not badly, probably less than a foot deep, but the water was rushing by pretty quick. Well, I was going to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; through it. In fact, I was going to dismount and lead her back and forth through it a few times, but before I got the chance, she panicked. She started backing up (which is a habit I need to break her of, as evidenced by this story) and ended up backing up into a ditch. I thought for a moment she was going to flip over on me, but good girl that she is, when it counted most, she took care of her rider. Instead of rearing backwards, she kind of reared and pivoted about a 180... which would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been fine except... the dirt in the ditch was so soft from the rain that her feet plunged in up to the elbows! Mind you, this all happened so fast all I know if that I'm on my horse, with my feet both &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the stirrups and &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; the ground at the same time, my friend is going "holy shit!" and he 4 year old daughter is sobbing. My response- the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; response I have to such a shit-flipping situation on a horse- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;calmly&lt;/span&gt; saying "whoa, take it easy girl" and assessing my next plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; cannot get up with me on her... so I dived off to a side, terrified she had broken a leg. Lo and behold, as soon as my fat ass was off of her, she managed to clamber up the side of the ditch, uninjured except for a few scrapes. Once again proving that she is such a good girl, she turned and looked at me, rather than bucking off into the distance like I half expected her to. I got up and went to her, and other than being terrified, she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, after those two incidences, we have some work to do on water. In fact, I had to dismount and walk he back and forth on the trail where this whole ditch thing happened, even though the wash was dry, because she was scared just to go down the trail. But today, we made progress- she walked through a puddle, first I led her through, then we walked through it. Seems like when she sees it won't eat me, she's not so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other big thing to get over, that we are working on, is cows. Just the sight of a cow is enough to send her spooking across the street. (No joke, people have cows in their yards here, and she will simply fly across the street to get away from one). Well, today, out on the state land, we saw a small herd- like 8 cows. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt;, of course, went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;batshit&lt;/span&gt;. Like absolutely flipped her grits, to the point where I could barely control her, because the fact that there was a human on her back didn't seem to register over the fact that &lt;strong&gt;there are cows, over there!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!! *Snort* *SNORT* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! They're looking AT ME!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It was pretty dramatic. I finally convinced her that we were just going to stand and LOOK at them, from a distance. They we all females with babies, and two were longhorns, so I didn't want to take any chances. Well, we were there watching the cows for like half and hour. They came up to the pond we were near (plan A had been working on crossing water, until the cows showed up), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; finally calmed down enough to approach within about 20 feet of them... until one of the (**cute!**) babies kind of ran around the pond... then it was *spin* *bolt* *snort* all over again. I think what I really need is to find someone with a cow in a corral and throw her ass in with it for a few days. But short of that (no friends with cows) I would appreciate any tips on desensitizing to cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new training barn near here that supposedly has "introductory" rates, I emailed to inquire about them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; still hates arena work, and still needs work on rating her trot down to a jog and her heavy, on-the-forehand gallop into a lope... I'm hoping I can maybe even afford to put 30 days on her if the rates are low enough. I will update on that later, including a review of the barn if I do decide to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, the few of you who do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-5240121841420515709?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/5240121841420515709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-its-been-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/5240121841420515709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/5240121841420515709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-its-been-forever.html' title='I know, it&apos;s been forever...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-8126169460627333807</id><published>2009-06-14T17:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:56:05.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The slightly less cranky mare</title><content type='html'>Things have been going well for Lic and I. We are cantering all over the place, and my consequence for her bucking seems to be very effective. She bucked twice this ride... for her, that's not bad at all! Once, I think she scraped her leg on some brush, and once, she was pissed because I was slowing her down out of a dead run. (I blame myself for that one in the first place for letting her get away from me.) But, here are some things we have accomplished in our past few rides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A pleasant canter and lope&lt;br /&gt;-Rating the canter with my seat&lt;br /&gt;-Half-halting out of a too-fast canter (almost a gallop, really) into a nice lope&lt;br /&gt;-Backing using mainly alternating leg pressure with a supprotive rein&lt;br /&gt;-Practicing/improving her jog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, she has learned that upward transitions without a command means work... I can actually feel her "thinking" about trotting, and changing her mind without my intervention. Also, we had a couple good spooks, but she is getting better at spooking in place, since my reaction to a bolt is an immediate one-rein stop and making her walk, calmly, past whatver spooked her several times. She still transitions downward without command, that will be the next thing I tackle, but for now, I'm happy working on one thing at a time. These are victories for me, too- I am still a relative newbie to riding and owning horses, so Licorice's improvements are reflections of improvement in my own riding and horsemanship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-8126169460627333807?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/8126169460627333807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/06/slightly-less-cranky-mare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8126169460627333807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8126169460627333807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/06/slightly-less-cranky-mare.html' title='The slightly less cranky mare'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-6538856294616580574</id><published>2009-06-02T11:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:55:34.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to be effective</title><content type='html'>The last two times I rode, I did something I felt bad for- I was caught off guard and yanked on her mouth because I was left behind. Oops. At least both times I got left behind it was for an undesirable action (a spook and a bolt). Meaning, at least I didn't pop her in the mouth for doing what I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ride was the other day after it had finished raining. Somehow that day, I forgot to bring my common sense, because a storm had just passed, it was 20 degrees cooler out, and it was close to feeding time. In my mind, that meant it was a great time to throw on a bareback pad and hack down the street, without so much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lungeing&lt;/span&gt; first. Ah well, I remembered my helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking as it is, with all of those factors in combination, Licorice was a little on the fresh side. Yes, unbelievable, I know. It was go, stop, *snort,* spook the whole ride. We saw a coyote, which made her edgy but thankfully didn't make her explode. Finally, about 15 minutes in, she was wired and freaking out. I asked for a canter (have we lost count of the stupid decisions I made that day?) and she literally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leapt&lt;/span&gt; into it, like she was jumping a fence. Recognizing that my poor little mare was out of her mind nervous, I decided that a *walk* would be more prudent. Unfortunately, she started trying to bolt at every little thing. A dog, another horse, the wind. So, my plan of action became clear, as I imagined my trainer in my head saying "Make the right thing easy and the wrong thing difficult."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so every spook or attempt to bolt was met with a one-rein stop, bending each way, and backing three steps. One our way home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; kept trying to break from a walk to jog without being asked. Stop, bend, back. It only took about 5 reps before she got it. By the end of the ride, I could feel her "thinking" about jogging, and by lightly lifting one rein just shut her down. I cued for a jog for the last block as a reward, and she jogged slowly and smoothly on a loose rein like such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I rode out into a field. The ground was still soft from the rain so she was more than happy to canter when I asked. (This is making me think even more that I need to buy some boots for her when riding on hard ground.) Everything was fine until we turned back toward home- she threw two big bucks and tried to bolt. So, i met this with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; technique as the day before, but with a little more oomph, since I want to teach her that bucking and bolting is a big no-no. We stopped, she got to spin three times each way (not like a reining spin, obviously, but a tight turn) and then back about ten feet. The she got to canter back to where we started (this, too, was initially met with resistance, and she was given the same stop, spin and back routine) and try again. This went out for about ten minutes, and finally, a light went off in her horsey head, and she realized it would be easier to just canter than all this spinning, backing, and repeating. So we cantered back through the field, good as gold, no bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I feel like something clicked in my head- to calmly but firmly redirect her to doing something hard and repetitive when she's bad. She's a smart cookie, if I'm consistent, I know this will work. And even though she wasn't perfect, we made progress, which is the most important thing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-6538856294616580574?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/6538856294616580574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-to-be-effective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6538856294616580574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6538856294616580574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-to-be-effective.html' title='Learning to be effective'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-4545873022750240807</id><published>2009-05-26T11:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:37:20.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Had our lunge-line lesson yesterday, and everything was great until we asked for a canter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; fell into the strung-out death trot, pinned ears, tail swishing, some minimal bucking... She really hates cantering in a circle, and I don't get it. My trainer said sometimes it can be a balance thing, but I didn't look unbalanced to her... and then we switched places and got the same thing... attitude. Both times we eventually got a canter, but it was an on-the-forehand, really unwilling type of canter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She canters just fine on a lunge-line if there's no person on her back, although she will sometimes throw some attitude about it, it's not nearly as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the trail, it kind of depends on the day, and on her mood. Sometimes she'll canter amazingly, right out of a walk, calm and collected. Other days, I get attitude, bucking, balking, anything to avoid it. I don't understand how it could be pain if literally she's good one day, bad the next, good again the next. I'm baffled, and so is my trainer. She has suggested getting some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easyboots&lt;/span&gt;, as there is some possibility of her being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tenderfooted&lt;/span&gt; on the rocks... but still, some days we'll get a nice canter, and the next day, an attitude, on the exact same stretch of ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I guess I'm continuing on my search for cheap, used boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-4545873022750240807?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/4545873022750240807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/4545873022750240807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/4545873022750240807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-6588104727200937298</id><published>2009-05-25T12:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:38:37.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different approaches</title><content type='html'>Well, Someone else on blogger gave me the idea to work with Licorice's innate talents (eating and being lazy) when training. Deer Run Stables gave me the idea to use buckets with treats as a training aid, and so far, it seems to be helping at least. Licorice likes to walk down the driveway as slowly as possible. Putting a bucket with a carrot at the end of thr driveway seems to be goading her along- now we're only stopping for no reason once or twice instead of ever 3 steps. Hooray for progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, while doing this exercise, my stupid goats escaped. As we were already at the end of the driveway, I decided to test out Licorices herding talents. It wasn't a very successful attempt (actually, I ended up leading Lic while I chased the goats through a neighbor's yard... *rolls eyes*) but she was game to try... I just don't think she had any idea whatsoever what I wanted. But she didn't balk or argue with me. My trainer has told me that with ehr type of personality, if she senses there is a purpose to what I ask, she'll be happier to comply. It's the endless drilling that pisses her off. So she must have sensed my sense of purpose, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went on a trail ride (well, in my town a trail ride is basically a ride down the street) and hid a couple buckets along the way. I also carried carrots with me to treat good behavior. We ended up on state land, and another thing I noticed is that while Licorice does this sort of stop and start thing on the road, she didn't balk once on state land. I don't know if that's because cars and activity still makes her nervous, or if she just enjoyed the vast oppenness of the state land. Either way, she was good as gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lesson today, we're going to do a lunge-line lesson to try to get Lic more comfortable with cantering in a circle with a person on her back, and for that matter, to get me more comfortable. I'm actually kind of excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-6588104727200937298?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/6588104727200937298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/05/different-approaches.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6588104727200937298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6588104727200937298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/05/different-approaches.html' title='Different approaches'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-297797818808406775</id><published>2009-04-24T09:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:46:33.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The terrible things we do to our horses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SfHpjGxeRPI/AAAAAAAAACw/_snym7IRCPQ/s1600-h/bath+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296623478818034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SfHpjGxeRPI/AAAAAAAAACw/_snym7IRCPQ/s320/bath+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that face. Clearly, Lic's bath is the worst possible thing that could have ever happened to her. LOL... she actually wasn't too bad, but I ended up leaving conditiomer in her tail because anytime I got remotely near her hind end with the hose, she would just spin away from me. I ended up using a bucket to rinse as best I could, and she kind of squatted and cowered her back legs, like &lt;em&gt;omigod I need to get away from this water but I can't run because I'm tied this is SO scary.&lt;/em&gt; I did my best to convince her it really wasn't horrible, but girlfriend wasn't buying it. I can't wait to try getting her into a &lt;em&gt;body of water&lt;/em&gt;... that should be interesting. We have a small lake with trails around it, and I think horses are allowed. I just bought a trailer, which needs some minor repairs before I can use it, but as soon as it works, we're going to the park- it's about 20 mins away. But, for the sake of my own pride, (and the safety of others, lol) I think we'll save this whole "let's take the horses swimming" thing for a time when the park is pretty dead. Dusk maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of trailers, Lic is hesitant to go into mine, but I'm sure with just some time and patience this will be pretty easy to deal with. She's been trailered a number of times before, but this is an old clangy trailer, and it's also a smallish two-horse straight load, so I'm sure she's feeling a bit claustrophobic. Plus, we're just hitting our stride in terms of getting along and getting her to trust me, so it may take a bit of work. Today I fed them breakfast in the trailer (they got to stay out on the ground but had to stick their heads in to eat). Afterward, Dutch loaded with just a bit of hesitation, and I managed to get Lic about 3/4 of the way in. Lot's of good girl (and good boy- Dutch was super good) and then they got to eat some hay. So, we're on the right track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, as an aside, compared to a week ago, Lic has finally decided that her fly mask really isn't that big of a deal. I can put it on with just minor fussing now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minor things, but good things. Baby steps and all. This weekend we are going to work on flexing and collection- something we both need practice on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-297797818808406775?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/297797818808406775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrible-things-we-do-to-our-horses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/297797818808406775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/297797818808406775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrible-things-we-do-to-our-horses.html' title='The terrible things we do to our horses...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SfHpjGxeRPI/AAAAAAAAACw/_snym7IRCPQ/s72-c/bath+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-8208282691647874718</id><published>2009-04-20T10:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:27:21.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally- a good trainer!</title><content type='html'>I had a riding lesson a couple days ago from a wonderful NH trainer. It really was a combination of a few things- a saddle fitting, training, and riding lesson. According to her, Licorice has a very solid base of training- it's just a matter of getting me properly trained now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I definitely need some refinement in my groundwork. There are times (for example, when yielding the forehand) when I start too "big" with my cue, and it surprised me to see just how "small" I can be with that cue and get a response. But, in contrast, when I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cueing&lt;/span&gt;, say, from a trot to a canter when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lungeing&lt;/span&gt;, I need to spend less time in each "phase" of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cueing&lt;/span&gt;, and be more precise and forceful- like when I pick up my stick (yes, I use a carrot stick style thing, and I love the way it feels) picking it up needs to be one phase of pressure, and when I use it, I need to USE it- none of this nagging at her hind end. It's listen to the "nice" cues, or your ass is getting stung. When I saw the trainer work her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; woke up and &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; had an eye on her, within one minute. This is opposed to her kind of la-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; attitude she has with me, like "okay, well, I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; if you won't leave me a lone, I may as well canter." With this trainer, it was "Yes, Ma'am! And how fast would you like me to go?" Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under saddle, we mostly worked on me using my seat more effectively at slow speeds, for walking and halting. We picked two spots in my riding area for transitions, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; can "listen" for my seat cue to stop. So far she has been picking it up in the arena area, but not on trails. Practice will make perfect on that one. I also learned that part of her bucking issue is my body position. (Part of it is also attitude, and part of it is probably also saddle fit, at least in my Aussie saddle). I tend to lean back at a walk and trot, and then lean forward when asking for a canter, which makes it difficult for her to lift her shoulder. Which explains &lt;em&gt;perfectly&lt;/em&gt; why she bucks when I ask for a canter but can pop into it very nicely on her own volition. And which also explains why she randomly sometimes will throw one or two canter steps into a trot. She's not being bad, she thinks that's what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I practiced what I learned. I still got attitude about cantering in a circle, so either my balance or her balance or both are still off... or it could be that she expects me to lean forward and get in her way... or she could just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; about it. But when we went on our trail ride- cantering straight lines was so easy! She didn't pin her ears or offer to buck once! It was amazing for me, because my horse actually responded like "Oh, you want me to canter? Cool! Sounds like fun!" I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wooping&lt;/span&gt; and laughing the whole time, it was amazing! The only little oops we had was when I thought we were clear to go around a bush- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; clearly had other ideas, because she jumped it! (I stayed on this time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). I did get left behind and I'm sure I popped her in the mouth, which I felt bad about, but she was a saint about it and simply landed in a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;balanced&lt;/span&gt; canter. I can't wait to get an English saddle and learn to jump on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to work her in a bareback pad and see what kind of results I get. Here's hoping... and I am definitely taking more lessons with this lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-8208282691647874718?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/8208282691647874718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-good-trainer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8208282691647874718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8208282691647874718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-good-trainer.html' title='Finally- a good trainer!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-8753215480301783366</id><published>2009-04-17T16:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:14:56.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Stuff</title><content type='html'>Licorice now has an older female role model- an 18 year-old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;QH&lt;/span&gt; mare named Honey. She belongs to my neighbor, and we have been riding together a few times now. Honey is pretty damn bombproof, which is great for building &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lic's&lt;/span&gt; confidence so we don't spook at every little thing. Anyway, the weather was great, and we went out for about an hour and a half. We were disappointed to find that someone had locked the gate to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BLM&lt;/span&gt; land, so we rode the dirt roads. (That really pisses me off, BTW- that's not any one person's land, so don't put a fucking lock on it! We all have a right to enjoy that land.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; was pretty good, a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; about picking up on a canter when cued- until she saw Honey canter, then she was all too happy to canter along. The way she acts when I cue her, I would suspect a pain issue, because she throws her head up and hollows her back out to avoid the cue... but why, if it is pain related, can she pop into a beautiful, smooth canter when she feels like it? I think it's a training/respect/attitude thing... but the good news is, I have a lesson scheduled tomorrow with a new instructor- fingers crossed, I hope it's better than the last lesson I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; did have a couple of bucking snit fits- the pad for the Aussie saddle got kind of bunched, so I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt there. But with my trusty Syd Hill Aussie and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;-terrain half-chaps, I was glued in the saddle. I just got my new pad for that saddle anyway, and I'm excited to try it out. I'm going to check with this new trainer on my saddles and how they fit her. And the trainer is bringing some of her saddles too. I'm going to start taking English lessons eventually, if everything works out with this new lady. I am so not a preppy person, but for some reason the prim little English outfits appeal to me, and damn if jumping doesn't look like a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; is in heat- amazingly, she was sweet and wanting to get all cuddly. I expected mean and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;. Dutch has been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;studdish&lt;/span&gt;, walking around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;with a&lt;/span&gt; hard-on and talking at her. And even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; has put on her "come-fuck-me" stance, I have yet to witness any real action between the two... hopefully this is over in a couple days, because it's really annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-8753215480301783366?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/8753215480301783366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8753215480301783366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/8753215480301783366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun Stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-6258771800958377551</id><published>2009-04-14T15:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:20:23.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SeUaGsRJ3kI/AAAAAAAAACo/HhvF2eVo_fY/s1600-h/april+09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324690836700126786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SeUaGsRJ3kI/AAAAAAAAACo/HhvF2eVo_fY/s320/april+09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working with Lic, just getting out and riding. The other day it was windy as hell (thank you, April in the high desert) and Lic was acting very retarded. Walk two steps, balk. Walk two steps, balk. Then- &lt;em&gt;Omigod tumbleweed- run runRUN!!! &lt;/em&gt;Stop, head sky high, snort. I struggled to not get pissed, and just consitently cued her to keep going after she stopped with light pressure, increasing to heavier pressue, using my blunt spurs. For probably about the first 15 minutes of our ride, this is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got over to the wash, and she relaxed and actually walked without being nagged. It ended up being a really nice ride, and she even cantered a few times with minimal bucking. I think we cantered about 4 times, with 2 total bucks. Woohoo! Getting better. And once was through a field; she cantered slowly, nice and collected, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I rode Dutch and ponied Licorice. It was nice to ride a horse that consistently responds to his cues... well, most of the time. As we got close to home he started being a hothead and not wanting to proceed calmly- couple that with Licorice contstantly stopping to eat grass and after school traffic, and the alst two blocks were really annoying. Once back home, Dutch got to work a bit as a reminder that home does not always = laziness and food. But... working is not a good deterrent for him, being that he likes work. But riding Lic so much made me forget how lovely Dutch's canter is. He's still a little stiff in his back legs, but seems to loosen up with work. Dutch also reminded me that spurs are for lazy horses, not for forward horses. I touched him with one spur, lightly, and &lt;em&gt;like that&lt;/em&gt; we went from lazy walk to huge Arabian endurance style trot. Licorice had to canter to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; wish I had Dutch ten years ago. I think 25 is a bit old to start endurance riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-6258771800958377551?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/6258771800958377551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6258771800958377551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6258771800958377551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SeUaGsRJ3kI/AAAAAAAAACo/HhvF2eVo_fY/s72-c/april+09+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-7916194733212785542</id><published>2009-04-06T13:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:24:06.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun... picture time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SdpjgOW728I/AAAAAAAAACg/37yDoNZVdXg/s1600-h/april+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675314952920002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SdpjgOW728I/AAAAAAAAACg/37yDoNZVdXg/s320/april+09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiley horse. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/Sdpjf3FYPRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wrpgFG3XvEI/s1600-h/april+09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675308705266962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/Sdpjf3FYPRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wrpgFG3XvEI/s320/april+09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chunky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/Sdpjfl1GRFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/06oQJOTGAMc/s1600-h/april+09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675304073577554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/Sdpjfl1GRFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/06oQJOTGAMc/s320/april+09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh* Must you take pictures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SdpjfeY6vBI/AAAAAAAAACI/JN8S9FRL9UI/s1600-h/april+09+017-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675302076333074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SdpjfeY6vBI/AAAAAAAAACI/JN8S9FRL9UI/s320/april+09+017-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-7916194733212785542?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/7916194733212785542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-fun-picture-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7916194733212785542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/7916194733212785542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-fun-picture-time.html' title='Just for fun... picture time!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SdpjgOW728I/AAAAAAAAACg/37yDoNZVdXg/s72-c/april+09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-2770495620422709090</id><published>2009-04-03T13:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:58:38.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh... Reality check.</title><content type='html'>Things have been going well with Licorice. We have been making progress... slowly, but it is progress. The biggest issue we're having is respect under saddle... I have trouble being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;authoratiative&lt;/span&gt; enough to get her to listen when I'm on top of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;engergetic&lt;/span&gt;, 950 pound animals. The other day, after some advice from the I Hate your Horse blog: &lt;a href="http://http//ihateyourhorse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://http//ihateyourhorse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; I decided to hop up and quit being a pussy! We actually made some progress that day... Licorice likes to stop at the "gate" of our "arena" (really just a flat area on some vacant property next door- there's a little trail leading off of it, and she likes to stop there). Well, every time she stopped, I simply cued her to go again, with my legs, voice, and the lunge whip I had. She got pissed, she pulled some of her ear pinning, mini-rearing, bucking bullshit, and she got yelled at and smacked with the whip. This went on for some time... walking was fine... eventually, we got to where trotting was fine. I started out at a posting trot (yes, in a western saddle) to keep her balanced and to set a pace. She slowed down, I kept posting at my pace... eventually we got to where we could trot past her "spot." Even if she slowed down, as long as she was trotting, I gave no "speed up" cues, just posting. Then, I would set a place (different place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;) to stop, praise, and allow her to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same approach to cantering. I think part of her issue is a balance issue, trouble balancing in a circle, as well as a laziness issue. I kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cueing&lt;/span&gt;, smacked when she bucked, until I got a willing canter, buck-free, both ways. This took some time... and it wasn't pretty... we were not collected, she cut through the middle of the arena. No problem. I figure I'll get her &lt;em&gt;willing&lt;/em&gt; to work, and then work on refinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was feeling pretty good when I hopped on yesterday. Just bareback, and in a halter, in my new half-chaps. Now, I'm not an English person, but I bought an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aussie&lt;/span&gt; saddle, which chapped my legs raw in just jeans... and I found a nice pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ariat&lt;/span&gt; all-terrain half-chaps on clearance. They are suede on the inner leg... which is &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; for grip... but apparently not nice enough... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this is my own fault. I had already been up all night working, then up all day doing errands... so my mind set as I trotted around my property was about equivalent to that of a person with a 3-4 beer buzz. AKA, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; to hop up a small terrace in front of our house. Now, I am admittedly not jumper, though I'd like to take lessons. I have jumped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; over logs and such on the trail, and I routinely lunge her over this terraced area... it's got to be a foot or less high. No problem, I thought. This will be fun, I say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! I lean forward a bit, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; takes off like she thinks she's a Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Prix&lt;/span&gt; jumper. She is, in all actuality, a 15 hand paint. But not yesterday... no, yesterday she was a 17 hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;warmblood&lt;/span&gt;, and it felt that way coming down, too. My floppy, non-jumper self bounced off her back like a bouncy ball... once, twice, three times. I actually don't know if she was bucking or if I was just all over the place. I grabbed for mane, I prayed for a soft landing, I took one final bounce on the ground, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; there and whimpered. I rolled over and looked at my horse, who was all too happy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;calmy&lt;/span&gt; eat weeds, watching me from the corner of her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't say I didn't deserve it. I'm lucky, I actually hit my non-helmeted head on our walkway, but emerged from the incident no worse for the wear, mentally. I'll be hobbling on crutches due to a sprained ankle for a few days though. I'm emailing today to start lessons. I'll consider this my first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-2770495620422709090?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/2770495620422709090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-reality-check.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/2770495620422709090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/2770495620422709090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-reality-check.html' title='Eh... Reality check.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-2403575536626251491</id><published>2009-03-26T11:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:20:38.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word to the wise...</title><content type='html'>If you are a nurse, and upon getting home from work, you decide it would be nice to hop on your horse bareback for a few minutes, don't do it while still in your scrubs. The really do not provide any grip. Now, I know this seems like common sense, but I thought I'd share just in case there are any other stupid nurses out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news was, Licorice was an angel. I did some ground work with her, practicing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sidepassing&lt;/span&gt; (for some reason she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sidepasses&lt;/span&gt; much better to the right than to the left) and also trying to get her to leave her front end where I put it. She likes to always turn and face me... this was recently a topic of debate on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FHOTD&lt;/span&gt;. I personally do not think it is a problem for her to face me when stopped or when "whoa"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; on the lunge line, as long as she doesn't try to "crawl into my lap," as it was stated. And yes, she likes to do this. We are at a point where when she even shifts her weight towards me, a sharp look and a flick of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;leadrope&lt;/span&gt; will change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;digrees&lt;/span&gt;. This morning I worked on moving the forequarters. She yields the hind great, but she's not as automatic with her front end. When we got to where she would stay put for a good 5 seconds, I called it quits. This will definitely be a frequent lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hopped on bareback, in my well worn and too-big scrubs... we walked all over the paddock with a minimum of attitude... I mean, there's still attitude but it's getting to where it's manageable. But stupid me, I decided to ask for a trot, which is normally no problem... but as my ass had no grip to it, being that my clothing was a little inappropriate, I proceeded to flop all over her back like a toddler. &lt;i&gt;Oops.&lt;/i&gt; (Don't get me wrong, I'm not entirely blaming a wardrobe malfunction... if my seat were better, this probably wouldn't have been an issue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Licorice did exactly what she should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; done... she kept trotting, because her retarded rider had told her to and hadn't asked her to stop. This, of course, didn't help my foolish ass up there scrambling for balance... but the point is, she was a &lt;i&gt;good girl,&lt;/i&gt; and when I finally righted myself, I stopped her and told her so. Then we finished our little jaunt at a walk. Ears pricked forward and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-2403575536626251491?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/2403575536626251491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-to-wise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/2403575536626251491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/2403575536626251491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-to-wise.html' title='A word to the wise...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-856037458881553269</id><published>2009-03-09T12:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:57:37.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SbVyeDxGpHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7XQrTiOsOx0/s1600-h/horse+09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311277196286272626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SbVyeDxGpHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7XQrTiOsOx0/s320/horse+09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an "aha!" moment today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the Parelli Level 1 stuff has made me think about some things. First of all, I think there is probably something valuable to get out of just about any training program. Well, one of the points that was made is that your horse gains respect for you and considers you to be his "safe place" (ie: not the barn, or his stall, or the pasture) when you are able to protect him/her from other horses. This makes sense- you are proving yourself to be the boss of other horses, so your horse assumes you are alpha above all horses, and is less likely to challenge you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized I hadn't been doing much with Dutch because a) he was out of commision for a few months and b) he's not my main riding horse. Being semi-retired, I figured it wasn't a big deal if he got a little rusty. But I realized... what if it's a big deal to Licorice? I mean, I expect him to retain some basic ground manners- do not run me over, do not try to snatch hay out of my arms, stay out of my space, etc. But I hadn't been actually focusing any groundwork on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, I was playing some of the Parelli "seven games," which are really no different than any other training method, much as they may claim it is. The Driving and Porcupine games are yielding to indirect and direct pressure. The Yo-Yo game is practice backing and coming back in. I will say that watching the discussion about how your horse may respond to these has been helpful though. I worked with Licorice for about 10 minutes, and then decided to do the same with Dutch. It's amazing how unresponsive he has gotten! He doesn't "argue" like Licorice, he just tunes me out. I had to get pretty assertive with him to drive him back and yield his hind- and forequarters. He finally started listening, responidng, licking, and chewing, but it took some doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, I stole glances at Licorice, and she was watching us intently. When I did some leading practice and jogged Dutch around the yard at a trot, Licorice looked postiviley jubliant. She ran around bucking and farting. I'm not sure exactly &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; that means, but I'm pretty sure it means something. I wonder if she had an "aha!" moment too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-856037458881553269?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/856037458881553269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/03/follow-leader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/856037458881553269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/856037458881553269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/03/follow-leader.html' title='Follow the Leader'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SbVyeDxGpHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7XQrTiOsOx0/s72-c/horse+09+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-6715868362442181876</id><published>2009-03-01T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:45:52.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I rode Lic yesterday and she was so good! We walked, trotted, cantered. She did spook a couple times... it's funny, because we passed two big dogs and she was fine, but she spooked at this yard with 4 little ankle biter dogs. Then I stopped to talk to my neighbor (the one with the three horses) about riding together sometime... well, she was having some kind of family get-together, and there were like 7 dogs running around, and some guy playing football... it was too much for Lic, she attempted to wheel around and bolt... but once I stopped her, I had her stand there until she calmed down, and she did fine. We are still having that issue where she bucks going into the canter sometimes- I have found that pushing her through it is more effective than stopping and trying again, but that, of course, means I ahve to sit out the bucks, and I think I need to work on my seat. I didn't fall or anything, but talk about spanking yourself on the ass... lol. Once I consciously told myself I HAD to lean back or I WOULD fall off, it was fine- I got my balance and Lic cantered instead of bucking. So I think her issue might be as much with me as anything else. I also worked with her on the scary white cement on my neighbor's driveway. She put two feet on it, and we're going to work again every day this week, even if I don't have time to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a local horse show on Sat. I could only stay for the morning classes, which were English, but it is super beginner friendly. I'm out of town for next month's show, but I'm thinking about entering in the April show. They had some weanlings (I guess soon to be yearlings now) on the farm... and I fell in love with one. It was a buckskin, and he had a splint on his leg and a shaved spot on his neck where it look like he had an IV before or something... anyway, he came up to see me over the fence, but he was very hand shy... poor baby. But he gave me several nuzzles/kisses... I thought I would die from the cuteness. Hopefully in two month's time we can enter the WP walk/trot or novice classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-6715868362442181876?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/6715868362442181876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-rode-lic-yesterday-and-she-was-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6715868362442181876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6715868362442181876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-rode-lic-yesterday-and-she-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-6849403809699179372</id><published>2009-02-25T10:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:58:47.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... progress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SaWCvkkUhXI/AAAAAAAAABo/227tmMjjjc4/s1600-h/horse+09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306791489707476338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SaWCvkkUhXI/AAAAAAAAABo/227tmMjjjc4/s320/horse+09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past couple weeks have gone really well with Licorice. I have had about 3 good rides on her- rides where I felt like progress was made. The first good ride was a couple weeks ago, and I actually walked her away from home, because she throws a fit if I try to ride her away from Dutch. I know this will eventually have to be remedied, but my goal right now is to build confidence for both of us and to show her how much fun a good ride can be. We went to a field about a mile away, and I lunged her until she settled down- she was very full of it, so we spent about 20 mins cantering around in circles. When I mounted, she was a pain in my ass for a few minutes, bucking and acting foolish, until she realized I wasn't going anywhere. Now, this field is about 90 acres, and has some pretty established ATV trails we were using- there are gopher holes everywhere else. But I figured the ground was soft enough that if I got dumped, I most likely wouldn't suffer any mortal injuries. So I was pretty comfortable asking for w/t/c. She really threw a fit at the canter, but once again, I just plopped my ass down and kept it there like it was made of velcro. By the end of our ride, we she was trotting and cantering (in the correct lead) with very little attitude. Our only downfall was when we came across a small bridge with a white colored concrete- she was convinced it was going to eat her. Being that there was traffic coming and going, I didn't push the issue- we just cut across a field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, this past week, my friend Sarah who I bought Licorice from came to visit. She gave me a couple of riding lessons on her, especially focusing on her balking and biting issues. My left leg is currently several lovely shades of purple, red, and yellow, incidentally. But my new method of getting her through the nasty biting is a good hard kick on the side she is biting at, a pop in the mouth from the opposite side, and continuing to cue for forward movement. It took me a few tries to get all three of those movements down simultaneously, hence the gnawed-on leg. It took some doing, but I got her through it. Yesterday, I was riding her bareback around the yard, and she was doing her biting crap, and I just tried to stay very consistent with my cues until she would walk without any attitude. When asked for the trot, I got the same thing (she's not a dumb horse, she knows that a faster gait+bareback rider=less balance for me when she acts up. Doesn't help that I'm still working on balancing her trot bareback- she has a much bigger trot than Dutch) and we worked on that until the farrier got here, but it's definitely going to take time to convince her that I'm not going to back down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was, however, a perfect angel for Sarah, much to my chagrin. We took both horses out on some state land (Dutch is coming back form a hock injury complicated by arthritis, but he actually loosened up and looked more comfortable after being ridden) and Licorice seemed to have a blast. She did buck a few times at the canter for Sarah, but other than that was very good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, having someone more experienced here helped me a lot, and having her talk me through some issues helped my confidence. I just figure I have to keep plugging along. And Sarah gave me her extra Parelli Level 1 and Level 2 stuff... I figure I'll give it a chance and try it out... and just keep pushing Licorice and myself. But the progress we've made has really given me then confidence and determination to keep working with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-6849403809699179372?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/6849403809699179372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6849403809699179372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/6849403809699179372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-progress.html' title='Finally... progress!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SaWCvkkUhXI/AAAAAAAAABo/227tmMjjjc4/s72-c/horse+09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-2857545723625225059</id><published>2009-02-14T09:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:53:33.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a mini, not a mounting block.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BD9bc3u9ag"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BD9bc3u9ag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was with this girl until she started playing jumprope with her horse (wtf) and using her mini as a moutning block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I am not as anti-Parelli as a lot of people are. That said, I'm not paying a month's salary for a stick with a rope on it. I read a book by Parelli once, and when I was done, I was left scratching my head and going "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal take on Parelli is this: I think he is gimmicky beyond belief and out to make a buck. No surprise, isn't everyone? If someone wants to pay up the wazoo to play his 7 games or whatever- far be it for me to criticize. Know why? Because other than a couple dumb things the girl does, in that video I see a cooperative horse willingly doing whatever his owner asks, at liberty, and without coercion. That, to me, says something about Parelli works. Just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally prefer Clinton Anderson. I will probably get some shit for that, but, oh well, everyone has an opinion. I have one of his books- his writing style is very accessible to me, and his ideas make sense. Now, I also didn't pay $75 for his stick with a string either. I paid $7 for a lunge whip. And I didn't pay whetever he charges for his special rope halter with knots on it... I paid like 12 bucks for a rope halter from the feed store. I could have paid less and made my own, but I'm too lazy for all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is, even the most gimmicky trainers (and yes, both these guys are gimmicky) will have something valuable to take from their programs. Anderson's groundwork is working pretty well for Licorice. She knows she needs to lead like my shadow, and is getting better about lungeing all the time. Some of his exercises have made her very respeonsive to my body language. She's not a perfect horse, and I would say I'm not a perfect trainer, except I wouldn't dare to call myself a trainer. I guess, I'm not a perfect owner? I know a lot of her issues stem from my inability to demand respect, and now I have to learn how to earn, and insist upon, her respect and trust. So without a good trainer to rely on (and frankly, withou the hundreds of dollars it will cost to get one) we are muddling along, and I am taking ideas from wherever I can find them, and adapting them to our situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, somehow in all the steps we make, forward and backward, we'll get somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-2857545723625225059?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/2857545723625225059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-mini-not-mounting-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/2857545723625225059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/2857545723625225059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-mini-not-mounting-block.html' title='It&apos;s a mini, not a mounting block.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-9096642401443790237</id><published>2009-02-13T10:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:58:10.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a nerd.</title><content type='html'>I never read blogs until this past year. And I have to admit- I love the horse blogosphere. Yes, the previous sentence is proof that I am a huge nerd. I have always loved the internet and have always posted at message boards- for poetry, music, politics, that kind of stuff. But now, I'm just reading (and posting) about something I like... not because there is some agenda or point to prove... but because I always wanted a horse, and now I have two of them. And there is this really cool community of people who I can read and learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I can blog my dorky little heart out. If only my husband knew... when he finds out, and he will... I will never live down blogging about horses. I will be teased mercilessly. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can work with Licorice this week and post something soon. Her originaly trainer is coming to visit me next week, and hopefully she can help me figure out where I've being going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy blogging. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-9096642401443790237?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/9096642401443790237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-such-nerd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/9096642401443790237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/9096642401443790237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-such-nerd.html' title='I am such a nerd.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-1325798909248658365</id><published>2009-01-29T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:52:33.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words...</title><content type='html'>... for how appalled I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new trainer came today... and OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm going to take a deep breath, and start with the good. Because there were some good things she did, and I feel like I did learn something today. At first, on the ground, we lunged a bit, and she commented that Lic seems nice and willing on the ground. There are definitely some things I have been lax on- I need to tell her what to do, not simply ask, and insist on a response. Something she pointed out to me was that I cue her several times for, say, a canter on the lunge line. When I get it, I'll be satisfied with just one lap or so around, the stop her and praise. She told me that when she is slow to respond to my cues, I need to really work her until she is tired, then cue her to trot, then walk, try again the other way, insisting on a good response. I also need to get a longer lunge whip, because when she moves out far enough to get into a canter, and I cue her, but she doesn't respond, I don't have anything to back it up with because I can't reach her. That makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding, we worked on balkiness and stubbornness. Something that seemed good in theory but didn't quite work out was when she balks, cue to walk, if she doesn't respond bump harder and tap with a crop until she moves, then release all the pressure. Worked a few times, and she actually seemed like she was giving up on the bucking when she realized all she got was a one-rein stop and continued pressure to walk on... but eventually she seemed like she just went totally numb and desensitized to the cues. She would just stand there, pin her ears, and swish her tail, but refused to move. So I would pull her head around, make her turn around, make her back, still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point, my thought was to get off, lunge, and get back on. Trainer agreed, so we did such. It was going okay, until Lic decided to do what she does sometimes- stand planted and bare her teeth at me. Trainer encouraged me to get more aggressive with body language a pop her with the lunge whip- which I'm okay with, she does need to learn that she can't just stand there and give me that nasty attitude. Anyway, it seemed like an okay idea, until Lic reared (she does that too sometimes when she doesn't feel like responding to my cue) but this time, she flipped herself over onto the saddle, and of course I hear CRACK! Now at this point, I’m concerned that my horse is okay, I go and check her out, and she's fine, although she had this very sheepish look on her face.... Saddle was fairly damaged, but I think it might be salvageable- the tree is cracked up by the pommel but I think it's only the outer surface- the actual structure of the saddle seems okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point, we simply lunged for a good long while, working on trying to get her to maintain gaits without me nagging at her- she seems a little unbalanced at the canter, but she also has gotten a little pudding under her skin, so hopefully as I get her fitter that will improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the bad... while this lady had some valuable pointers and instruction that I agree with, I was appalled at her attitude. Let's see- for starters, when Lic pulls that nice little stunt where she tries to bite my leg... she suggested popping her in the mouth with my reins "as hard as you can." I personally feel that while it's okay to correct, I just don't like the idea of essentially ripping her mouth up!  I did pull on her to correct, but certainly not "as hard as I could." She also suggested a Tom Thumb bit to me, which I know nothing about, so I'll do some research before I consider trying one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this did not exactly cure Lic’s attitude, the trainer proceeded to ask me, "Do you ever just beat the shit out of her?" Ummm, no, I do not ever just beat the shit out of my horse. Thanks. I correct her, but I do not beat the shit out of her. If it takes a thousand years for her to respect me, that's fine, I'll plug along and err on the side of too soft or lenient- yes, I know that's not a good way to train but OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other brilliant suggestion was that I needed to buy a shorter crop so I can beat Lic in the face when she bites at me. WHAT? Okay, first of all, I'm not too fond of the idea of, say, treating corneal abrasions or (god forbid, not that I would EVER do this) broken face bones. Second of all... if I'm already having problems with control under saddle, and Lic has already shown a propensity to rear, SELF-PRESERVATION tells me I should really avoid "beating her in the face." Third of all, I like the ability to halter and bridle my horse. So far, she's fine with that. Somehow, I think beating her in the face might give her a bit of a head-shyness problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do I know, I'm just a newbie horse owner and this lady is a show trainer, a western please show trainer no less. Ugh. I love riding western but the amount of abuse that goes on is nauseating. So no, I will not be "beating the shit out of" Licorice. And although I got something out of today, I do not believe I will be asking her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant. I'm not a happy girl right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-1325798909248658365?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/1325798909248658365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-no-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/1325798909248658365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/1325798909248658365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-no-words.html' title='There are no words...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563862481805776073.post-5372100566133434909</id><published>2009-01-29T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:32:47.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SYI5_c-MPXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-LkWUvPJEdI/s1600-h/nov+08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296859874012708210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SYI5_c-MPXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-LkWUvPJEdI/s320/nov+08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my 6 year old paint mare Licorice. On the ground, she is the absolute sweetest thing. She follows me around, leads well, lunges *okay* (could be better) and has endearing habits like carrying her food bucket around. She is healthy, if a bit chubby, and happy. She has bouts of attitude that I consider normal- sometimes turning away when she sees me coming with a halter, a little tail swishing or ear pinning if her gelding friend comes to close while she’s eating or tied, nothing too terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s when I get her out to work with her that I have problems. She will lunge, but it somewhat balky at times, and she has reared and charged. (This is not acceptable or accepted- she is corrected and made to work hard afterward.) She’ll also aim a little side-kick or buck in my direction if she knows she is out of reach of the lunge whip. These are things I need to work on, I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding is where we have our big issue. It started small, but has escalated, which I consider to be my fault due to my inexperience. Refusing to ride out, turning to bite my leg when bumped/cued, bucking, tail swishing, you name it, she does it. The only problem I don’t seem to consistently have is rearing- thank god because that scares the shit out of me. Bucking is not something I like, but *on the plus side* I have gotten very good at riding bucks out, first of all, and I have even progressed to halting her with a one-rein stop and turning in a circle. It’s not much but it’s progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is simply me chronicling our *fun* adventures. I would love suggestions, as the crop of trainers in this area are either too expensive, too unavailable, or too “good ole boy” for my liking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563862481805776073-5372100566133434909?l=crankymare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/feeds/5372100566133434909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/5372100566133434909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2563862481805776073/posts/default/5372100566133434909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crankymare.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919593643799649732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SZW6I2gs3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/J3TOZvudI8k/S220/nov+08+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooY6JngMQIM/SYI5_c-MPXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-LkWUvPJEdI/s72-c/nov+08+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
