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I love this photo of Leo. Look at that angry little fella. I just love him.

So, he’s been snarky with me all week. He was rearing up again today. Not with any real height or anything, just front hoofs leaving the dirt and whipping his head back and forth angrily.

I should add that I’ve been riding in a covered arena lately. It’s nice to be dry, but horses get a little tense in there because of the high walls and the fact that there are horses just on the other side—including a couple of stallions—right on the other side to be specific. Leo is always a little on edge in there; most horses are.

Leo’s owner came in to ride with me today on his other horse, Shadow. Leo and I were working on our communications skills and both feeling a little tense. Well, Shadow spooked right behind Leo. Boy I tell you, Leo’s head shot straight up and his back end dropped about two feet. He LAUNCHED forward from zero to scary in a blink. I could hear his back hoofs hitting dirt, ::::wham! wham! wham!::::::

He lost his footing around the corner and I was sure I was a goner. But somehow, I stayed on. I tried to pay attention to what he was charging towards because there is a lot of trail course stuff in the center. We went one full lap and when I realized I wasn’t dead yet and coherent thought entered my head, I began using steady, alternating, pulls on the reins and saying in my most calming tone (considering) “whoooooa Leo…whooooooa buddy.”

And guess what! He didn’t buck or crash or lose his mind! He actually came to a stop! Jim said he was watching me, silently praying that Leo wouldn’t start bucking. Thanks Jim!

So ya, what ARE you supposed to do when a horse bolts in an arena? What if there were other riders there? Do you just pray, hang on, and try to avoid crashing? I know they say the one-reined stop is good, but in an arena full of stuff? And snaffles? No stopping power there.

By the way, HE IS SO FAST AND THAT WAS SO FUN! I can’t wait til we get good enough to go that fast in a…very…controlled….manner. Someday we’ll be cool like Elvis, but just now, well, we’re kinda the spazo’s.

Somewhere in Les Vogt’s foundation level of Cowhorse U. program, he says, “Don’t make a big deal out of anything you don’t want to be a big deal.” Well, I didn’t heed the warning, and I think I may now be suffering the consequences.

Les also says that you basically have two horses to train, the right side of the horse and the left side. This is how the big deal started—I only trained one horse.

First I noticed that, ya, Leo was doing a turn-on-the-forehand to the left. But then I realized that somewhere along the line, he totally forgot how to do it to the right (my fault for sure – practice both sides consistently goof!). I also realized the I DIDN’T HAVE THE NECK!!! ACH! I realized that even on his good side, his head was up in the air and pulling hard on the bit all the way around. Yikes!

Solution, I thought = get annoying with the bit. Alternate pulls until he drops his head and gets off the bit. That worked pretty good on his good side. I have the neck…in one direction.

I kept trying for the turn-on-the-forehand on his bad side. He would back up, go sideways, and almost always try to go forward. He would push through the bit and walk on. When he did that I would get more aggressive with the bit, not a dead pull, but obnoxious alternate tugs. If he even made a step in the right direction, I would release and tell him what a good boy he was. BUT, I think I tried too many times, for too long, two days in a row. He finally, out of frustration, brought his front two hoofs off the ground. Continue Reading »

Ok, I haven’t posted in awhile because I’ve been super busy with work, but also because my confidence got kicked into the dirt a little. No one’s fault really, but it made me realize that when you pick a trainer, you really need to do your homework first.

I had my first reining lesson about three weeks ago on a school horse. Long story short, I ended up getting off the horse, in tears, and walking out of the arena. I was completely convinced that I’m too thinned-skinned for riding lessons. Now that I’ve had a chance to calm down about it, I know that’s not true, but it will be awhile before I go hunting for a coach again.

I don’t know about riding instructors, but I’ve spent enough time in school to know that each teacher has his/her own style of teaching. I, naturally, learned the most with teachers that taught in a style that is best suited the way I learn. So, while the reining instructor that I had is probably extremely effective with other types of learners, with me the results were pretty upsetting (for both of us). I feel pretty bad about the way things ended up; the poor instructor probably didn’t know what happened to make me flee the arena.

I didn’t feel like riding for a week. I was walkin’ around with droopy shoulders and a “can’t do” attitude for days and days. You can only sulk around for so long though, I mean, there ARE horses to ride after all. So, one rainy afternoon, I pulled on my most cheerful pair of funny socks and marched out into the gray, the rain, and the mud and saddled up that “angry” horse that I love so much. After a few rides (and some Les Vogt DVD watching), all my self-confidence came back and I knoooow I can learn this stuff!

You know what would be great is if I could find an instructor that has also learned from Les Vogt, and teaches in a similar manner. Too much to ask? There must be one out there somewhere (hopefully in Washington State).

Yes…those are English riding boots. They’re comfortable okay! And anyway, it’s too muddy out to wear my new boots. Jeeeeeeeez!

First ride back from Alaska, Leo and I forgot everything. There are just loads of issues: staying between the reins, picking up the right lead and not dropping the shoulder, stopping while keeping the head down and on and on. But, since we had such a great ride today, I’m going to stress about all that tomorrow.

We spent an hour in the arena and then went on a two-hour trail ride in the mountains with friends. It was beautiful out—green ferns everywhere, moss spilling off branches, creeks trickling, birds chirping. I think it’s great to get him out of the arena once in awhile. It’s sure a nice workout. We were both pretty beat when the ride was over.

Yesterday I went and saw my first reining show. I only made it toward the end, but saw three competitors and a few schoolers. One of the riders who was schooling his horse just walked his horse up to the judges, stood there, then got off his horse and walked out. We all hooted and hollered like it was the best performance ever. Everyone was laughing. I’m glad I went. Now the idea of participating in a show doesn’t seem as scary or intimidating.

There was a cutting afterward, which was also fun to watch. It was a cutter that invited me. He introduced me to some people, so I had a lot of company in the stands. They were all extremely nice people. The neatest thing about it is I think I found an instructor. He said he knew all about Les Vogt’s program, so I’m hoping that if I take lessons, I can still apply the principles I’m learning with CowHorse U.

I didn’t think I’d be able to find a reining instructor in this area and really couldn’t believe it when he said he was only 20 minutes from where Leo is. I saw him riding in the arena and he had his horse moving sooooo nicely. He did some spins and lead changes—all seemingly perfect to my amateur peepers. I was introduced to him and he said he was accepting students. Yay!

I’m in Alaska for a week. No horses to ride. They’re all inside with sweaters on staying warm by the fire. I’m doing the same. Brrr!

With the equine dentist’s visit come and gone, I was ready to see if it really was Leo’s teeth. I gave him a few days after the visit before going for a ride. I switched out the Billy Allen shank bit to a D-ring “slow twist” snaffle. Here’s a link to one so you can see what it looks like (this one looks more severe than the one I have in his mouth): Slow Twist Snaffle

His behavior with a snaffle before the dentist’s visit wasn’t good. He would aggressively toss his head up and down when I applied any pressure to the bit. After being able to feel the sharp spikes on the sides of his teeth before the dentist worked on them, I imagine that the snaffle was pressing the skin on his cheeks into those spikes. Ouch!

His behavior with the snaffle after the visit was completely changed. It WAS his teeth! No more head tossing. Pretty amazing really, it’s as though he has that old shank bit in his mouth—he’s just as responsive.

He did do one little “head whip” the first two rides with the snaffle, but that was it. It’s a huge difference from the incessant head tossing up and down. What do I mean by “head whip?” I know you’ve seen it. When a horse is in the field and it’s feeling frisky, so it whips its nose down and around in a big “U?” It made me nervous because in the field, that’s generally followed by a playful buck. He didn’t do that part though, whew!

I got four rides in last week. All with the snaffle! He’s being great. We’re still getting used to it, but I’m feeling a lot more confident about his behavior. I think next week, I’ll take the slow twist bit out and change it to a regular, smooth, D-ring snaffle.

This experience has really got me thinking about horse behavior. Had I not had more knowledgeable people around, I may have interpreted his head tossing as a sign of aggressive behavior and meanness on his part. I wonder how often that happens to horses—they’re trying to express pain or discomfort and instead are disciplined for “bad behavior.”

The moral of this story? If your horse acts ornery with a bit, have his teeth checked!

The equine dentist worked on Leo on Saturday. Leo definitely had some sharp points rubbing on his cheeks and his canine teeth had to be shortened (they were really long!).

After researching the equine dentists available in this area, we decided on Performance Equine Dentistry. The dentist, Richard Vetter, D.V.M, and his wife, Kathy, rolled up right on time in their mobile dental clinic. The 24’ custom trailer has a special stall in it that helps support sedated horses that are being worked on. The front of the trailer is like a tiny classroom, with educational posters, a horse skull, and samples of horse teeth with various defects.

I guess they normally spend about 15 minutes walking people through what they’re looking for when they examine a horse and what they do. Me being the Curious George that I am took up nearly an hour of their time with questions. Kathy was wonderfully gracious and took the time to show me how a bit works in a horse’s mouth by using the horse skull and some bits I brought to show her (thanks for that tip Al). I had dozens of questions and she answered them all. I learned soooo much in that hour!

Then it was time for Leo to have his teeth examined. Richard introduced himself to Leo in the pasture and then had us load him into the trailer clinic. While he worked on Leo, Kathy cooed to Leo and kept a close eye on him to make sure he wasn’t panicky. Continue Reading »

Ever have one of those days when you feel like a total disaster? Yesterday was one of those days for me. Poor Leo. I’m lucky that he seems to like me a little. I was riding along, still experimenting with the spurs and pressure and feeling pretty good, like I might be getting the hang of it. Until, that is, I asked him to canter. My spurs somehow kept getting lodged in the back cinch. Leo is cantering around while I’m having panic attacks because my heels are getting periodically pinned in the saddle. After it happened a few times I asked him to please walk. Don’t feel bad; I was thinking the same thing—I’m a dork.

I’m pretty sure that I’m the only one who’s ever had this happen. There was just no walking away from that ride with any sort of dignity. My spurs got stuck in the back cinch! Jeez!

So last night, after walking the walk of shame back to the barn, I started to problem solve. How in the heck are me feet so far back at a canter that the spurs are getting caught in the cinch? I know he has a short body but that’s just not right. It’s got to be because I’m not sitting right. I’m not sitting back on my back pockets like Les Vogt says to do. I watched the part of his training video where he’s talking about canter departures. When he rides at a canter, his legs are pretty far forward, up by the shoulders almost.

Today, I got to go for another ride because it wasn’t raining (two whole days in a row, woo!). Leo was SO GOOD today. He was Leo Fantasicooooo! He made me feel so optimistic about our program and so proud of him. I hugged him over and over again (I know you’re supposed to pat them when they do well, but I sometimes get to that “beaming” stage of proud when I just have to hug his whole neck). Anyway, I concentrated on my seat at a canter and really tried to get it right. Spur problem officially eliminated. I’ll have to keep working on it, but at least I’ll know when I’m not doing it right—I’ll get trapped in my dang saddle.

Those are the spurs I’m wearing by the way. To me, the rowels seem don’t seem very severe. I hope I’m right.

I noticed recently that I was only using my hands with Leo in vertical flexion, so I’ve been working on using my legs as well and it was pretty frustrating for a while. Here’s the trouble I’m having at times. Say he’s at a trot and I want him to yield to the bit and drop his head. But when I bump with my legs and “jiggle” the bit, he thinks I mean to speed up and yield to the bit. So then I’d go back to just the bit.

I like that slow jog of his, but it virtually disappears into a bone jarring speed trot when I use my legs. I was about to throw in the towel, but the last few rides I’ve noticed that if I bump just a little with my legs he drops his head and keeps his slow pace. It doesn’t work all the time, but I think we’re getting the hang of it.

I got to ride on Saturday and Sunday. Saturday we rode in the rain but today was just beautiful out. The spurs are really making a difference with his responsiveness on his left side. I actually went and picked up a pair of my own. I’ll post a picture sometime this week. They have a really flat clover rowel on them, which is probably best for a couple of beginners like us.

This weekend the equine dentist is coming to check out Leo’s teeth. I’m looking forward to it. I haven’t mentioned it to Leo. No need to make him stress all week about the consequences of cavities.

I just found out that Les Vogt will be having a clinic in March. First I went through the jumping around phase. Now I’m in the “oh-man-what-if-he-says-I’ve-ruined-Leo” phase. What if I get there and all the other riders are doing 20 foot slides and cyclone spins? What if he says I’m doing everything all wrong?

I’ve never been to a clinic before (well…there was that time in Hawaii when I stepped on a spiny sea urchin…). Then there’s that whole it’s THE Les Vogt thing I have to get over and try not to get so nervous that I can’t think. It’s really intimidating if you think about it though. I mean, he’s the master, he’s in the Hall of Fame, he’s won world, he’s the man, and he’s going to be watching me ride. Maybe I’ll blend. Or maybe I’ll be a disaster and he’ll shake his head. Maybe Leo will finally launch me into the fence. Or the other riders! Jim (Leo’s owner the Team Roper) got to rope with Trevor Brazile last summer and he said he goes through the same thing when he’s around the pro ropers. So I guess this freaking out thing is normal. Or maybe Jim and I just aren’t normal…that’s definitely a possibility.

I’m really looking forward to having him tell me what I need to work on and what I’m doing wrong and correctly. It’ll also be my very first reining lesson. How cool!!! Les Vogt is coming to town!!!

Leo and I have 2 ½ months to prepare. I’m just going to have to get some rain gear, quit being a wimp, and start riding in the rain. I want to be as prepared as I can be, so I can get as much out of the clinic as possible. Les Vogt’s coming! Woooohoooooo!