Good horsemen are mental

Cabin fever has struck me again. So here I am, babbling away because the cold & damp weather keeps me from getting in the saddle. In this time I've also been doing a lot of reading on different horse training methods. These books follow different training techniques from a classical teacher to a zen master & finally an old school cowboy. In reading their publications, I've found one thing that they all have in common-Attitude.
All of these books stress the importance of both the horse's & rider's mental state & how they relate to one another. From my experience I've also concluded that either the horse's or the rider's attitude will determine the outcome of their training.
For example, a rider that has fear tends to over-ride the horse. This rider worries when the horse reacts differently than what they intended. This worried emotional state can affect elements used for balance such as breathing, muscle relaxation, & body awareness. The loss of balance from the rider hinders communication between the horse that's essential for control. Control is needed to establish confidence between horse & rider. When the horse has no trust or confidence of it's rider then it will act on it's own. It's a cycle that could have been prevent if only the rider started with a good attitude. Unfortunately I see this pattern a lot. The outcome is never good & most often the horse is blamed when it's only the victim.
A positive attitude is essential for success not only in working with horse but also in life. So I'm going to continue to think positively that the sun will make an appearance tomorrow so I can get in the saddle again!

Sugar's Story: Part deux!

I left Sugar & her colt, recently dubbed Cinnamon, to settle in their new digs. I watched them for a while as they sniffed around the paddock. That night it finally hit me about what I was getting into. They needed shots, a good worming, bathes, hoof care, & a lot of good food. More than that they need attention & training. This was going to be some project! The time & money needed to accomplish my goal swarmed in my head but it didn't overwhelm me. What I was doing was good & I couldn't wait to get started!
The following days were spent on getting both of them acquainted with me. It turns out that although Sugar was six years old, she didn't have any training at all. (Ugh) The halter that the previous owner left on her didn't mean she was halter-broke whatsoever. It was a symbol of their carelessness to take the time to work with her. When she was willing to let me touch her face I took off the raggedy old halter. They had left it on her so long that it left sores in many places. I hoped that it wouldn't scar her beautiful face.
It didn't take the new pair long until they were both comfortable letting me touch them everywhere. In fact, both of them soon enjoyed my company & lavished the new attention. Cinnamon followed me around like a puppy dog. When I didn't give him the attention he wanted he would take off, wildly bucking. He was the cutest, furriest little fireball ever! I couldn't help to imagine what he would be when he grew up.
The next months are a blur of teaching them to pick up their feet, giving them much needed baths, & their first vet visit. When the Spring & Summer months came, their ruddy coats disappeared into lovely, shiny hair. It was a transformation to be seen! Their past is only a memory now. They are completely different horses now.
In the years, Sugar turned out to be one of the most sweetest mares I've ever worked with. Her training would have came easy if it hadn't been for her lack of confidence. What I was trying to teach her now was so new from her earlier life of doing nothing. It has taken us a longtime just to get the basics down. Even though her progress is slower than I hoped, it still brings me great joy to work with her.
The little baby fireball named Cinnamon grew into an easy going colt. He actually didn't grow much, a result of being malnourished at such a young age. His good nature & desire for attention made his training come easily. It took no time at all until he was broke to ride. Their second winter, I put both of them up for sale to see if they could find that perfect home they needed. Cinnamon was immediately scooped up by a family. The youngest daughter loves him & rides him around the yard regularly.
Sugar got some hits but nothing that really suited her. Now I realize my time spent on finding her that perfect home was wasted. Sugar had already found it here.
Last year I rode her in a few clinics & even took her to her first shows. At every outing she showed like a star! (I'm being maybe a little biased!) My heart fills with pride everytime I think about that mare & how far she's come. She's not the size, color, or even gender that I prefer but I will not dare to think about not having her in my life.

Sugar's Story

It's been over a year since I thought about blogging & never got around to doing it! Now, this string of awful winter weather has forced me to get around to things that I've set aside. (You should see my spotless house!) So for my first post I wanted to write about a horse that needs her story told. I met her almost five years ago to the day at an auction & I can still remember that first glance at her.
We first heard of this estate auction from a friend. She knew the seller & that he had a herd of Arabian horses. The man's financials were a wreck so he could no longer afford his horses. I was interested in taking on a project horse so I visited his farm the day before the auction to see what he had. When I first walked onto his farm I was shocked. The seller had about a dozen mares, all with foals, in a tiny pen with mud up to their knees.
They were all skinny, unkept, & eating moldy hay. My heart sank as I inspected them closely. Most of the broodmares were covered in lice, ringworm, & rain rot. They were all sweet & didn't mind me walking around them at all. They were too intent of eating whatever they could! However, the babies were wild! The foals were like fuzzy rabbits & bounced around every time I got close.
The seller talked about how they were out of prestigious bloodlines. I pretended to listen but really didn't care. He was so delusional that I wondered if he even knew how terrible his herd looked. The more that man talked, the angrier I got. I didn't stay long because I thought I might snap & strangle him.
I made notes in my head about what order of horses I would bid. First, the more experienced horse was an older gray mare. Next, a younger gray mare with nice size & a flashy bay colt on her side. Finally, a very typey chestnut mare with a super cute colt. I knew they all would be big projects but how could I not give them a chance?
The next morning, I arrived just before the auction started. The ignoramus seller was over by his stallions talking them up to a small crowd. I had only glanced at the studs the day before. They were in about the same sad state like the mares. I was too depressed to even take a closer look. I went over to the mare pen & stayed there until the auction started.
As the auction went, my first two pics went for the most money. I figured that would happen as they were the best of the group. The two gray mares went to a nice looking family. I hoped that all of them went to good homes. Then my chestnut pair came through. They hardly looked up to the commotion, too content on eating whatever was left of the hay. I was the only bidder as they were one of the last horses to go through. A whopping $75 a piece & they were mine.
Afterwards, I talked a little more to the seller & got all the information I could on my new pair. He offered to help my load but I kindly refused. Incidentally, they loaded just fine. I imagined they knew what was happening & were happy to leave!
More to come on their arrival, etc.! It's bedtime now so stayed tuned for part duex!