Showing posts with label mane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mane. Show all posts

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Playing Hardball

My day was filled with stubborn red Cobs. First Comrade.
Peggy is leaving for awhile so we had to get his paperwork together for the breed show. Easier said then done. Welsh age 6 or older have to be measured at the shows. Once they get two measurements the same from two shows, the owner can apply for a permanent measurement card. Comrade's came in the mail a month ago. He is officially 14.1 and 3/8in. Anyway, Peggy had to look everywhere for the card. Finally, after an intensive search it was found.
At that point I gathered all the paperwork to finish filling out later and told Peggy it was time for a trail ride. Peggy rode Addie and I was on Comrade. Most horses are more comfortable with a buddy. Comrade decided that he needed to A. show off for Addie and B. the bogey monsters were out in spades. We went down the killer hill and walked by the creek. Then back up the hill. Addie is not in shape so I had Peggy trot her up the hill. The higher she went up the hill, the higher Comrade's head went. Silly goose. He tried to rush up the hill and catch up to Addie. Sorry bud, not happening. Transitions instead. Redirecting the energy helped a lot. I definitely do not want him taking control. He has done that with Peggy before I started riding him and she ended up on the ground.
I used all the little jumps scattered throughout he woods to focus him. And I even jumped a much bigger log for the first time. He did well, after I set the boundaries
Who me?
Next was Roscoe. He really pouts with his muzzle, but he is not ready to eat grass full time with out it. I told Mom I would let him have an hour of muzzle free eating. Then I had an evil thought. He needs his mane shortened. Which if you have read this blog for any length of time, you know Roscoe is a nightmare to deal with when it comes to his mane. So I decided to play hardball. I put his rope halter and lead on, brought him out to the pasture and told him "You can eat, but I am working on your mane." It took him a bit to realize I meant business, then he settled into eating. Armed with an old clipper blade I set to work on his crazy mane. Normally I prefer a dirty mane for pulling/thinning, but in Roscoe's case I found his clean mane easier to work with. He had his moments, withers and behind the ears, that caused us to have discussions. In the end his want of grass overruled his dislike of his mane being shortened. I made such good progress, I let him have the last fifteen minutes for just eating. I still need to do a little more and I have to undo his braid holding his fly tag and shorten that piece. Considering I was working on an angle, it is pretty even.
Before...
After

I know I am close because I see his color spot. See the tail of his fly tag braid?

My red Cob day ended better than it started. Whew, playing hardball is hard on me too.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Comrades Back

Today was a hot day and not much on our to do list got done. Instead all our horses were ridden or ground worked. I even used a bit of Clinton Anderson thought process to work on Roscoe's mane. Roscoe absolutely believes he should have a long mane. Mom and I believe he should have a shorter mane. Before today, he was winning.
I grabbed the old clipper blade and had Mom hold him. Then I began using the blade on his mane. I kept going even when he backed, wiggled, shook his head or moved forward. Eventually he stood still and I stopped. After scratches and praise, I started again. This time he stayed still and only shook his head a little. Finally the third time he did not even shake his head at all. These Cobs are so smart. I am glad there is hope of shortening his mane.
On the Rosemary vs trailer issue it is going well. Since the training on Wednesday we have fed her breakfast on the trailer. Mom walks her to the trailer, I hold her food at the front. Rosemary has decided she wants to walk on by herself. Well the joke is on her, we are thrilled at her self loading. Once she is on I let her have a few bites and then tell her to back. With only the verbal command she backs off the trailer. We repeat the process until she finishes her food. Each day she has gotten better. Hopefully we will be able to load her with only one person in the future.
And to end the day we went to Peggy's to ride Comrade. This was the first time that Mom had seen Comrade since the show. I knew when I started walking him around that he was feeling much better. After using some lateral to warm him up I asked for trot. For the first time since the show he gave me push from behind. And he rounded softly.
Then he surprised me by moving into Right lead canter. He has done that going to the left, but not the right. I went with it for a few strides, then brought him back to trot. Then I asked for the canter on the short end and asked him to open on the long side. He opened so smoothly and closed up when I asked. We crossed the diagonal and I set him up for a simple change. This is something new that I asked of him and he took it, ha ha, in stride. Both Mom and Peggy were impressed. I worked the left lead in the same way. It was so nice to have him feeling "normal" again. To end I asked him to open his trot and he did. Luckily going lame after a lengthening at the show did not discourage Comrade.
His reward was to go jump on trail. There are two jumps near the trail head and nearby coming up a hill are three small jumps in a row.  So we trotted down the hill and made the turn to the three jump line. He trotted flat over the first and second and gave me some effort over the third. I moved him on to the two jumps and he was a bit lazy. Take 2 was better. I asked him for more and he gave me a better jump. He rounded nicely over on of the upper jumps. By this point he was doing his cocky trot and basking in Peggy's praise.  We did the set one more time. Mom had me think canter before the jumps to get the push. Comrade made the turn to the first jump, focused and planted and pushed over the fence landing at canter. He maintained the canter to the next jump and over. I had to check his speed to the third and he waited, added a stride and jumped it great. He continued to canter to the fourth, up and over and on to the last. Heading towards home he got a bit strong, but came back to me before the last jump. It was an excellent effort.
Mom had us do trot canter transitions up the hill to finish the lesson. It took him a few transitions to figure out he needed an extra push on the hill. Overall after the last two weeks of lameness, Comrade came back stronger and ready to work.