She asked me back!!!
She asked me back!!!
I get to ride the fabulous horse again!!
She asked me back!!!
I get to ride the fabulous horse again!!
A friend of mine contacted me a few days ago about riding her horse once or twice a week.
I love riding other people’s horse. Plus, there’s always a bit of an adrenaline rush when being asked to sit on someone else’s beloved horse. 😁
Since I’ve been super depressed about how far away from my goals I’ve gotten, and how I really miss interacting with other horse people, I thought this might be a good way to feel helpful and satisfy my social interaction a bit.
I especially wanted an opportunity to ride a horse like my friend’s horse. A 16.3h Oldenburg cross with movement to die for, and a temperment to match. It’s been ages since I’ve been on a horse this nice.
So we met up yesterday for a test run.
After climbing a full set of stairs, I was able to mount the beast. Unfortunately, no one owns stirrups for midgets anymore. If I pointed my toes down I could almost keep the irons from rattling around below me as I rode, but not much use to me.
Big trot on this guy. Lot of upward movement. Smoother than Ava, but more powerful. Unfortunately, he was lame…
A lot of nervous, yet lazy, energy. The kind of horse that is normally safe, but can be frustrating because their feet are sticky while their brains are going a million miles an hour.
i.e. The typical TB brain, but stuck in a warmbloods body. 😂
Anyway, I think I could do the horse a lot of good. His issues right now are all issues I’ve dealt with before with Ava and Joy. Forward off a light aid, keeping the forward energy without being nagged, straightness, etc. The normal, basic stuff.
What really got me last night was how incredibly insecure I felt about riding my friend’s horse in front of her.
I felt like I wasn’t going to measure up. I was afraid to address any issues, for fear of being judged as incompetent. I was afraid that she would realize I suck and never ask me to come back again.
Talk about insecure! Gesh!
Don’t think this was any reflection on my friend. She’s one of the nicest people I know. This was entirely my own insecurities giving me a good shake up last night.
The plan, as we left it, is to meet up next week for another try, I’ll bring my midget stirrup leathers this time, and hopefully the horse will be sound. I’ll have to figure out how to bash down my own insecurities so I can do this horse justice and not just be a passenger.
Also, I found out this barn the horse is at has several clinics a year. Now that i know where it’s at, I’ll have to audit a couple.
I’ll keep you posted on what happens next. Fingers crossed I get asked back. Second fingers crossed that I overcome my horrendous insecurity issues before then. 😀
I was going to tell you about all our adventures in the last blog post, but it seemed too long. So I broke it into two posts.
I’ve been feeling a lot more confident in Joy’s ability to handle new things this year. I’ve been trying to take her out on the trails by herself more often.
We’ve finally conquered walking past the poop bog. That used to send us careening backward at full speed into ditches and trees. Now she simply gives it the stink eye while nervously walking past.
Yesterday we wandered out to the other side of the field to check out a freshly mowed path. Joy walked on a fairly loose rein the entire time.
We were on our way back when the branch laying in the path ahead of us started slithering away.
I’m terrible with identifying snakes. My default is avoidance whenever possible.
I halted Joy with the intent that we’d wait until the snake moved off the path. I don’t think she even saw the snake. Some leaf way ahead of us was beyond scary though, and she was certain we needed to flee immediately.
A couple of tense moments. Snake was finally off the path. Joy and I continued down the path and it was as if nothing had happened.
I got back to the barn and started cleaning stalls. I was sweeping up some loose hay in the corner when a small critter the size of a mouse scooted away and buried itself under some other hay. I figured Id shoo it out of the stall. I moved the pile and this massive spider ran out and stopped next to the stall wall staring at me.
I go into attack mode!
“No spider will allowed to live in my pony’s stall!! ”
I stabbed it with the bristols of the broom as hard as I can.
I lift the broom, expecting to see a wounded or dead spider, but the dang thing had grabbed on to the bristols and was valiantly crawling his way up towards me.
We lock eyes…
I see I’m out matched, so I hurl broom with spider out of the stall door and into the pasture.
I needed the broom still…
We had some fun adventures yesterday!
I rode Joy. I’m still working on the canter.
Her canter is horrendous. Just God awful to ride. Feels like she’s in four separate pieces and they’re all going different ways. It’s the weirdest canter I’ve ever ridden.
She canters with her hind legs close together, like a bunny hop type canter, when she gets the least bit unbalanced. The front end is always flying off in front of us. The hind end is always waaaay out behind us. It’s terrible. Hard to ride, and pretty much everything I’ve tried has either made her a hot mess, caused too much tension, or overall simply made the issue worse.
So, my latest idea is try more forward! When in doubt, add forward! Ha!
This was our June canter (I have nothing past that), which was rather decent for Joy. She doesn’t look too relaxed about it though. Tense. Tail swinging around. We’re fighting.
And this is today:
Nothing super big, but I was happy she was more adjustable and I could steer with my seat. That was cool.
A big THANK YOU to my super generous, and awesome, hubby for video taping the canter last night.
Joy’s been about as well behaved as a red head with a napoleon complex can be, so I decided to ride her out to the field behind the pastures for a change of scenery.
Wouldn’t you know it, not ten feet down the path that leads to the back field and there’s a massive turkey and her brood of chicks milling about in the path.
Joy comes to a screeching halt when she see’s them. I was praying the turkey didn’t decide to go flapping her wings and scaring Joy into insanity.
We had a few tense turkey-pony stand off moments…
No one was going to make the first move, so I let out a war cry, booted Joy toward the turkey gang, and we chased them into the woods.
It must’ve boosted Joy’s moral, because she seemed to relax after that.
We walked down the rest of the trail, and over to the path through the field. I wanted to try trotting Joy down the straight away that runs past the back of my pasture. It went well the first time. We trotted past our pasture and to the end of the straight away where I asked her to walk and then turn around. I didn’t want to trot “toward home” yet, so we walked back toward the pasture. As soon as we were half way past my pasture again, I asked for the trot. Joy trotted, then cantered. I freaked out a bit… then realized Joy wasn’t being out of control so we cantered the rest of the way down that stretch of path. When we reached the end, I asked her to walk. No issues. Whew!
However, after that point I only had two choices of gait: walk or canter. No trot. haha
So we cantered around for a while.
It was a BLAST!! That little pony is so much fun to ride!!
We wrapped it up after a while and headed back toward home.
We were casually strolling down one of the paths through some pine tree’s when those dastardly turkeys came out behind the tree’s with spears!
Joy sprung into action and valiantly chased the evil turkeys off!
Joy’s such a trooper. The crap she has to put up with, with me as her owner… hahaha
All in all, a successful, and massively fun, outing by ourselves. I was very proud of my little warrior pony.
My little princess, Ava, doesn’t enjoy summer. She is happiest squirreled into her stall with a hay net and fan.
I threw Ava outside after her dinner so she’d go be a horse for a few hours.
She kept an ear cocked, listening for me to come out and “save” her. Obviously her human had made some kind of mistake and would rectify it immediately.
I forgot my phone on the back deck. I had to crawl across the deck on my hands and knee’s to retrieve the phone, because if Ava see’s me she runs to her paddock gate, refuses to leave it, and will whinny until I let her in.
Ava heard me open the back door. She ran to her paddock gate, whinnied, then stood there seeming confused when she couldn’t see me.
I crawled back inside…
At 9pm I snuck out to the pasture without being seen. I hollered out ‘Ava!! You can come back in now!”
Ava whips her head up, and lets out a continual bellowing whinny as she galloped up to the paddock gate.
Today, the little monster (Ava still) decided she needed more hay, and began her systematic kicking of the stall wall to voice her displeasure.
“It’s second lunchies, bitch” BAM!!
I snuck out to the barn hoping to catch her in the act, but right before I get to the barn Joy lets out a big “Hey, what’cha doing?!” whinny.
I hid behind the wall of the barn hoping they’d both think they were mistaken and go back to what they were doing.
They both pressed their heads hard against the bars, trying to eye ball me as I snuck looks around the corner.
Ava’s new trick is to shove whatever itches in my face. Shoulder itches? Shove it into the human. Belly? Yup, human can access it better from the ground.
The cat’s have become complacent around Ava lately. They should know better, but they are arrogant cats. Yesterday I let Ava out and one of the cats decided to make friends with Ava. It should’ve been one of those cutsey moments.. Instead, Ava’s ears go back and demon monster horse lunges with teeth and hooves flying toward the cat. The hoof missed by skant inches. Cat goes fleeing for her life. Ava promptly turns toward me with a “Hehehe.. Did you see that cat run!” look. Like she expected me to get a good laugh out of it.
Ok, I admit, once I knew the cat was fine, it was kind of funny.
The old lady