If you have some lameness issues or other factors (like it’s 115 degrees) where you can’t ride, it’s a great time to practice the ‘other’ stuff that you usually avoid because you want to ride.
Many people think it’s too boring to work on precision of movement on the ground (or mounted!). But the huge changes in how your horse responds to you and and understands and thus translates it to all your other ‘normal’ requests will quickly take the presumed boredom out of this operation.
People only really get crabby about this before they try it. After… it just hooks ya!
To correlate to a particular instance, let’s ponder a horse in the tacking/wash rack. Cross-tied and swinging his body all over the place. Moving forward and pulling on the ties, moving backward and pulling on the ties. Smashing you against the wall or at the very least making you move or frankly, stay out of there so you don’t get hurt.
In the dark recesses of our minds, we KNOW the horse COULD stand still. But, it just isn’t happening and we want to get on. Obviously, tying a horse’s head doesn’t make his body stand still. You have to…
train him to stand still if that isn’t his idea already. It seems that people mistake having the horse remain in the same area because he’s tied is the same as standing still. It’s not! And are you thinking that Precious is going to wake up tomorrow morning saying to himself, “Gee, I’ve been pretty hard on Sally lately. Knocking her all over the place and frustrating the heck out of her. I think I’ll turn over a new leaf and just stand still while she tacks me up.” ???? Really????
NOT!
Thing is, you need to teach the horse to stand still not tied to anything. You can’t correct the behavior while he’s tied. Your options are way too limited to have good results. You can’t move him where you need to and don’t have enough space to work.
This is a quick version, more later, and post your questions and comments. Of course, I think it’s a lot easier if you have a medium (not too soft, not too hard – it’s my “Being Goldilocks” syndrome) rope halter and a 12-14′ marine/yacht line.
Stand in front of horse with rope in hand about 5 feet from the clip and hand chest high, index finger up. Just as you would with a person that you wanted to signal to stop/stand. When horse starts to shift (if you’re good enough) wiggle your finger to suggest that you’d like the shift to stop. If horse moved a hoof, depending on which direction, without moving where your hand is on the rope, indicated by wiggling for back up, or move hand left or right (you can change hands if needed) but don’t grab the rope closer and shove the horse’s head back where you want it. Either swing your rope tail or use a stick of some sort to indicate that you’d like horse to move his body back to the same spot he was originally in. Do not move your feet (unless you’re in danger and then you want to put that on your list of getting big enough with your energy and body – chest out – that horse doesn’t shove you and make you move.) If horse backs up, close your hand on the rope and stand still until he comes forward. Of course, you may have to move and adjust if horse yanks you all over tarnation, but if so, you need to really get going with this part of your training. As if horse yanks you all over, you don’t have his respect and other aspects of this will surely out while riding.
Basically that’s it! Now, you will have to be consistent with it, because horse is going to assume that you will not be and challenge it. So, you have to practice it A LOT at first and then correct every time he decides to see if you’re on your game today.
I was her last stop before the Alpo can. This girl is the most dangerous horse I’ve ever been around in my life. What did “they” do to her to make her so dangerous? And by dangerous, I mean: She allowed no one near her. Within range for her was anywhere she could reach or get to. She’d charge you, even lunging over the fence. Just hope you get through it and far enough away to live. She struck, bit and kicked, launched whatever cowboy got on her and then, like a bull, turned and attacked. Broke bones in several trainers bodies before coming to me at the ripe old age of three. The trainers who owned her could not get within thirty feet of a fence without her trying to attack them. They purchased her as a one-year-old at the World sale in OK and when the breeder went into the stall, she sent him flying over the stall wall and broke some parts. The trainer/owner had gotten on her, but she launched him and then like a bull, turned and attacked breaking his collar bone. She had to be removed from the stable where they trained because no one could even clean the stall. They sent her to a trainer whose business card USED to read “Problem horses a specialty.” She launched him and attacked again with the same result. he told them to come get her, she was hopeless. They turned her out in a 100 acre pasture for six months hoping she’d settle down, but the other people who had horses in the pasture couldn’t get their horses because she’d attack them. She was temporarily contained in a round pen of a mutual acquintance while they tried to figure out what to do with her. They had the vet out to draw blood to check for hormone problems. If anyone even placed a hand on her, she’d squeal and kick and squirt pee. While in the stock for the vet to draw the blood, she managed to kick him and break his arm. Blood tests were negative. The mutual acquintance said if they wanted to give her one more shot before they took her to the killers, she needed to go to Lauren’s. (I keep a low profile. They didn’t know me.) They said drug her, throw her in the trailer and get her over there. I was gone to lessons the morning she was to be delivered, so I left instructions to leave her in the round pen. Now I was not given any info on this horse, just that they wanted her to “go long and low at a lope.” I had a message on my cell that said, “Hope your pen is still up when you get home.” Hmmmmm….. I walked out to see the new arrival. As I approached the fence, this beautiful horse ambled toward me and started to put her head forward. I noticed that she had a rear hoof that was completely broken up to the hair line at the quarter line. Lots of fresh blood. Don’t know what happened getting her here. I reached up a hand to pet her face and suddenly, both hind hooves were over the 5 foot rail right at my head. “Oh sweetheart,” I said, “that’s not the way we do things here.” She then pinned her ears and lunged over the rail at me with her teeth and eyes snapping. Yikes! I got my stick and string so I could work with her in the pen and hopefully live. She didn’t have a halter on and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be close enough to put one on her anyway. I had to do some pretty good swinging to even get in the pen and keep her off me. She didn’t care. I felt bad about the broken hoof, but it was obvious that that would be a long time healing and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. She didn’t seem to care either. High, shut-down pain threshold. I sent her off while she tried to attack and then bolted off squealing and squirting pee about 4-5 feet straight out behind her. I tested several options for her to come in or quiet down, the answer was a resounding “NO”. I was running around with her so I could touch her with the string and also use it when she attacked to start our conversation. Getting her to go away was important as a precursor to her giving to pressure and not killing me. She had no inclination to do so and there were many times that I knew my life was seriously in danger. To make a long story short, two hours later, both of us were covered in sweat and pee. She was changing direction and sometimes coming in half way to me. Then, suddenly she just stopped, turned in to me and walked up to me with her head down at her knees. She stood there heaving and dripping with her tail hangling limp between her legs and pee just started pouring out of her. I petted her forehead and said, “Sweetheart, where in the world did you even have that after two hours of squirting it all over?” Whatever happened to this horse before, she decided that she was going to get the human before the human could get her. I found out later that in addition to the multitud of broken bones she left in her wake, the owner had tied her legs and thrown her and left her laying in the sun under a tarp for several hours. She also had several serious wounds that they had stitched up on her lower legs without the help of a vet. Those scars will remain, the mind scars have mostly healed. I absolutely adore this horse and she’s like a barnacle. Follows me everywhere and always is a huge help teaching other horses how to do tricks and work with sidepassing over barrels or walking in the tire bundle or tarp work. She’s always right there on her own (frequently in the way) to show the newbie how to do it.
She was ten years old and had been kept in a pen for so long her legs hardly held up and sometimes didn’t while she scrambled to bolt away. A jet black Morgan, stunningly beautiful with black eyes, flowing mane and tail and crooked hind legs and strangely shaped hind hooves. Talk about spooky – I ducked between the rails of the pen she was in and she tried to jump out the back side. The guy who ‘trained’ her, well, he thinks standing in a round pen while she frantically runs so out of control that she’s at a 45 degree angle with the footing flinging hither and thither 30 feet out. She was in a total lather and had to be blocked to stop. Her eyes were white with terror. He, meanwhile, stood there in the ‘position’ with his arm cocked leaning on his stick while she lost her mind. Then, he saddled her up and got on and kinda rode her. Meaning he stayed on at a very tense walk and trot with reins only a few inces long and couldn’t get her any where near the rail or canter. A year later, after standing in that same pen the whole time, I brought her home amd turned her out with my herd. BTW she couldn’t be caught. What a lover puss. While she will come, she still has a thought that if you have a rope it may not go well for her. I’ve only been on her a handful of times and that bareback with a halter, but she’s doing very well. Updates as I get around to them.
Would you take that one with you, too?” the owner asked me. I made a face. I was there to see about a throw away (by them) horse for my daughter (Gryffindor is on the cover of my book with her). “No.” I said. “That’s like a large Great Dane. I don’t have any use for a tiny Arab pony.” But, the little bay horse whispered, “I’ll be your best horse ever.” Believe me, I throw that up in her face every once in a while when she gets a hair up her butt and she’s not being my best horse ever. She weighs about 200 pounds more than she did then. And with only about 225 rides in her, she’s a phenomenal horse. She’s perfectly behaved galloping in the mountains bridle-less with just a string around her neck that I don’t have to use. She’s so smooth in her gaits. She jumps like a bird; completely quiet and composed and we’ve started working on piaffe. I can put someone who’s never been on a horse before on her with a halter and take them for a ride in the desert or mountains. She’s also the one I’m on laying backward reading a book and in the un-spooky horse blog post. As to the reading picture, she had never been in the backyard, I had never laid backward on her. She didn’t even have so much as a string around her neck for that photo shoot. Very smart, but that’s an Arab for ya. Tell her what you want and be clear about it and she’ll give it her best try. I’ll keep adding blog posts featuring her and stories of old as we go.
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