Thursday, May 29, 2008

Quzqo's Chronicle of the Horse Forum Debut

I finally got bold enough to start a thread on the Chronicle of the Horse forums, specifically about our exciting (ha) cart drive yesterday! Read for the full story, and the wise advice given by forum members (and the amusing argument that exploded out of thin air...I still don't know what happened!)

And to recap what I posted on there:
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I've been driving my 10 yr old Arabian gelding for little over a year now, and he's doing super...except (there's always an "except")...when we stop at intersections or exiting driveways, he's so impatient to keep moving, that he'll either start to rear, back up, or try to turn sideways, anything BUT stand still. I suspect some of it's excess energy and frustration, and for the record, he pulls this same sort of thing under saddle. Sometimes I have trouble getting him to move forward after this, he'd rather continue to back up (almost backed me into a lilac bush this past weekend), or turn around to go back the way we came. If voice commands fail, and reins on the rump don't do it, I will apply the whip to cut through the mental fog he'd wrapped himself in, and then he'll go forward.

Any ideas or clues on how to work on him to stand quietly and wait until he's told to move forward without the drama queen display?

Last night I ground drove him up and down the road, stopping in the driveway, or along the roadside (making sure no traffic was approaching), and he did put up some pretty dramatic displays, but after a while he did settle down and waited patiently for the next cue.

I drive in a two wheeled cart (thankfully, otherwise his antics would have resulted in a much more dramatic story, lol), and had switched from a half-cheek snaffle to a kimberwicke recently to ensure he halted at those intersections (but he was doing this stuff with both kinds of bits)

Thanking you in advance, wise CotH-ers!
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Thanks everyone for the great advice, glad I posted! I got this horse as a relatively untrained 6 year old, so he had a lot of time to develop his own ideas on how things should be. He had no idea how to canter with a rider, how to back up under saddle, you couldn't even run with him on a lead (like for Halter or Showmanship). So all things considered, if this is the worst of his problems, he's doing pretty good.

Thank you so much for the reins-on-butt info, I needed to know that!! What you said about rein contact was very helpful...(the only stupid question is the one unasked!). I'm all for going back to basics, and I do have access to both an indoor and outdoor arena. Thing is, his arena behavior is much different than outside world behavior...because the outside world is so much more exciting I suppose.

We've made great progress in other aspects of the training, and yes, I've been told in the past that he's "messing with" me. One friend told me she gave up on Arabians because she was tired of having to outsmart her horse. I'll definitely keep you all posted, thanks again for your input!
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Update
This weekend I applied the wise advice from this thread to my boy, helped by lunging him beforehand. I just ground-drove him in full harness (minus the breastcollar/tugs, didn't need those), with particular emphasis on the driveways approaching the road. He tossed one minor hissy when I first picked up the reins (which is usual), and we ended up sideways up a hill, yikes! That didn't work out!

Later in the driveway we were halted as a car whizzed by...soon as it passed, he started walking off (well, the car's gone, time to get moving!). When I halted him, he started backing up, half-reared, and began trying to turn around. Okay, you want to go that way, you can go that way! I pretty much long-reined him in a tight circle 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and then 'round some more, ending back in the direction I wanted him in. He behaved for about half an hour...more walking up and down the road, halting, standing, cars going by, no problem.

He tried his trick two more times, and both times he found himself being long-reined/lunged in a tight circle, and was unhappy about it (good!), only to be "rewarded" with a nice quiet stand-still at the end of the drive. I don't know how much of it sunk in, but towards the end of the session, when I said "whoa" he said "how long!", lol!

And I was careful to NOT apply the reins to his butt, using my voice, and if that failed, a tap of the whip. He was working completely off my voice for moving forward by the end.

Think I'll do another ground-driving, repeating all these lessons, before hitching him up again. Thanks again for the help!
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Getting better, thanks to the wise advice found here!

Beautiful day (mostly), light breeze, horse had a good galloping trail ride yesterday, today he got round-penned to get the P&V out. Harnessed him up, and ground-drove him around the property.

The horse pulled his stunt as soon as we left the indoor arena...I halted him, and refused to stand still, started backing and trying to turn to the left. He got himself circled around and around to the left and only stopped when I told him to, facing our original direction. We stood for another minute, and he was just a'swishing his tail and stomping and pawing, carrying on but NOT moving from his place. The flies were horrible (yes, I had fly spray on him, but I apparently missed a few spots) but he stood his ground.

We walked around the yard and driveway, stopped at the road, and stood there for a few minutes. Cars went by, and he didn't make a move towards the road when they passed (remember, previously he'd start moving off as soon as the car went by, because that's what we always did!). Well, it started to rain, despite the sun shining...and then it started to rain a little harder. And then it began to POUR! Where THAT came from, I don't know, but we made our way quickly back to the indoor arena and into the stall area to wait out the rain. Rain on a metal roof is bad enough, but then it began to HAIL...poor horse about had a heart attack, bad enough wearing blinkers, but to have that deafening racket as well!

I resigned myself to the fact we couldn't drive outside after all, and when the noise let up, another boarder helped me hitch him up to his cart in the indoor arena, and I got in, and sat there. He stood quietly, not unusual for indoors. Of course within the minute the rain stopped, the skies parted and the sun came out with blue sky as far as the eye could see! Arrgh!

Slowly I drove him towards the open gate, and stopped. He stood fine. We exited the gate to the outdoors, the spot of his previous hissy. Stopped, and stood. The flies came back, and he was stomping and tail-swishing and head-tossing, but didn't budge from the spot until my say-so.

We went down the road a mile or so onto a side road, and I kept stopping him at random times, just sitting there, admiring the birds or the gardens, we were far enough from the barn that the flies weren't harassing the horse, so he relaxed too. Went maybe a mile down that road before finding a wide open driveway, and did a U-turn, and stopped.

He KNEW he had turned around, and began the temper tantrums again! He didn't WANT to stand in that driveway, he wanted to GO! Backing, a little half-rear, and then he tried to turn to the left (which is the direction back to the barn). As was advised, I turned him left, and we did a tight little circle until we came back to our original position (I made sure I was in a wide enough driveway to do that!). Again he started backing, or trying to turn to the left, again I drove him in a tight little circle to the left, and stopped. AGAIN he started fussing and taking off without my say so, AGAIN I drove him in a tight little circle and returned to the original position. After the third time around we stopped, and he stood...occasionally switching his tail or stamping a foot. Immediately moving off on my voice command (no more slapping the reins on the butt, it DOES make a difference!!)

Four or five times heading back down that road, wherever I knew it'd be wide enough, we stopped. Two or three times he threw a hissy, and got himself driven in a tight circle for his trouble, then we would halt, and I could almost see the wheels turning in his little Arabian head. "Hmmm...when I act the brat, I have to do that annoying little circle thing...but when I stand still, I get to...stand still!"

We came to the scene of our traumatic incident that sparked this thread...I eyed the lilac bushes warily. We approached the intersection, and stopped. He stood perfectly fine...no stamping, no fussing, no tail-switching! After a few minutes we crossed and headed down the road (NOT back to the barn, which probably threw him off guard...good!). The remaining 4 or 5 times I stopped him and made him stand, he did PERFECTLY! We even stood outside the barn pointing into the indoor arena, he was perfectly comfortable (except for the flies that were back). Only reason we went in earlier than I'd have liked was the threatening black sky behind us...didn't want to get caught in any more hail, thank you!

So, I'm VERY optimistic, he did so well I thought, compared to last time.
Thanks again for all the help. No more butt-slapping with the reins, I promise!
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A Quickie Update!

Took my horse out for a 3 hour drive yesterday afternoon, did a lot of back roads and woodsy dirt-road driving, and I'd give him an A- on the stopping thing. A mile or two of the back roads were actually one-lane dirt roads through the woods, so when a car approached, I was able to drive him into one of the many cut-outs on the side of the woods for this very purpose (it's a road leading to a rustic campground, so they planned ahead), and he stood like a champ as the car/truck/dirt bike slowly trundled past us, and didn't take a step until I told him to!

At the actual intersections he was equally good. He tossed his head, pawed once or twice, but NO rearing, NO wiggling, NO trying to spin to the left or right. Even at the intersection with the lilacs he stood rock solid, and I was even able to move him forward one step (and halt), one step (and halt), as we crept forward trying to see past the lilacs that blocked the view of oncoming traffic. I'm SO pleased, and again, thank you all for your help. We all need to keep in mind that EVERY drive is a training drive!

Sue & Himself
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Mr. Quzqo's Wild Ride

Take one frisky Arabian, add in a two-wheeled cart, a sunny day, and 30 mph sustained winds.

Took Quzqo out on the road yesterday for the first time in a month (due to his punctured knee, which is healing marvelously). I had a feeling it was going to be "interesting" as soon as I secured the saddle/belly band, and he began pawing the pavement in the aisleway. The trainer-angel on my shoulder suggested I switch out his half-cheek snaffle for a kimberwicke...and I'm glad I did, heh heh!

One of the teens helped me hitch him to the cart, and she held him for me as I got in (yes, I had my helmet on). Soon as she let go of the reins, the bugger tried to lurch forward but I held him back...I know, this is something I seriously need to work on; as soon as you let go of his head, he starts forward, whether I'm in the seat or not. (Anybody have any good advice on fixing this?). As I tried to keep him from going forward, he'd go back on his haunches and try to rear up or back. I did manage to get him to stand still with all four hooves on the ground for a split second before allowing him to move forward into the yard.

We did a quick practice walk around an empty pasture, just to make sure everything was working and hooked and buckled and that he remembered his "gee" from his "haw". He did halt nicely at the end of the driveway and waited for a car to pass before we headed out onto the road!

The wind was from the southwest, so it was at our back. After a hundred yards or so I got him into a trot, and we went smartly down the road, with the occasional car kindly slowing and moving into the other lane to pass (I SO appreciate that!). I then heard the dreaded sound of an approaching Harley Davidson, so we slowed to a walk...with a deep ditch on the right of me, with maybe a foot of flat surface between my right wheel and the drop off. *gulP*...I hate that stretch of road! Thankfully, Harley #1 slowed and moved into the other lane as he went blatting past, but I didn't hear Harley #2 who was about 50 yards behind him...the horse didn't flick an ear, but *I* about had a heart attack when #2 went blatting by without warning! GAD I hate those guys!

We turned onto a quiet residential road, and again I got Quzqo trotting...mercy, that horse LOVES to trot, I understand why he was so anxious and pawing...I get a totally different attitude from him in harness than under saddle. After a mile of trotting and walking we entered a wooded stretch of road, and I saw an old gentleman with his dog standing in a front yard talking with another fellow, and I waved to them. Quzqo saw them, judging from the tilt of his head....he slowed...started arching away...I got him moving...we were about even with the people (who were standing quietly and not moving....I hate when they do that!)...

SPOOK!

Quzqo bunched up his haunches and LUNGED forward and sideways and began to BOLT! He got maybe 1-1/2 galloping strides in before I hauled him back to Earth (thank GOD I put the Kimberwicke in! Thank you Lord!!) and got him walking calmy....the two guys were looking at me like I was a martian, ha!

Got him trotting again further down the road (one Einstein on that road thought it'd be funny to make a Black Bear-shaped & sized mailbox holder...yeah, Quzqo loves going past that thing!), and we practiced a slow, pleasure trot, and then a speedier park trot...all in prep for hopefully making our Horse Show Pleasure Driving Class Debut next month! It was fun, people on their porches or in their yards giving me a friendly wave, & hearing the little kids exclaiming "a horse! a horse!".

The pavement ended, and into the State Forest which meant one lane and tall trees on both sides. Tall trees obviously inhabited by horse-eating demons and booger men! I tried to get him trotting, but he was more interested in spooking and veering and stopping and staring and snorting and everything-but! Once again he bunched up and bolted forward to the side...don't know WHY, only he knows! And again the Kimberwicke got his attention and he settled down.

Eventually we turned around, and the trip back was less eventful, mostly because he knew he was heading back to the barn. Unfortunately this time we were headed into the wind, and with the wind noise in the trees, I couldn't hear the cars coming up behind us, and I'm not so sure he could hear my voice commands. We were surprised (okay, *I* was surprised, the horse had blinkers on) by a red pick-up suddenly appearing beside me...didn't hear him coming at all!

Came to an intersection, and Coos did stop...but would NOT go forward! For some reason he became frightened, and began backing up and turning to the left (into traffic, IF there was any traffic, which, thankfully, there was none). He would NOT move forward, or if he did, it was a lunge, only to stop, go back on his haunches, half-rear up, try to spin, back up more, the more I popped him on the butt with the whip the more he backed up and turned...we ended up at a 90 degree angle, with the cart in a lilac bush!!!

The wind was fierce, I couldn't hear a thing except the roar of the wind in the trees, I doubt he could hear me, and if he was frightened and confused, I certainly understand it. Thankfully this took place a good 20 feet away from the main road, so we weren't in any danger (other than getting poked by a lilac branch). With some significant smacks with the whip to his hinder and some hollered "WALK!" from me, I got through whatever fog of panic was inhabiting his brain, and he moved forward. No traffic coming, so we crossed the road onto another unpaved road, and again I got him trotting.

In retrospect I wonder if it was wise to keep him trotting, if all that might have heightened whatever level of excitement he was in, but my thinking was; the more he's moving, the less time he'll have to find something to spook at.

We approached a house, and a VERY frightening woman was getting the newspaper from her mailbox....Quzqo slowed down on his own to get a look at her, and before I could get him moving again, the wind came and SLAPPED the flag on her flag pole with a very loud SNAPSNAPSNAP... once again Quz LUNGED forward and to the right, up into an empty field for a few yards before I got him slowed down and back on the road, leaving a big dust cloud in our wake. Yeehooo!

Trotted him up the rest of the hill, maybe 3/8 of a mile or so. Fat boy was puffin by the time we got to the top and turned around, and quietly, calmly, walked back down.

This time it wasn't a Harley coming up behind us...it was a dirt bike! I hate dirt bikes, ever since being chased by a pair of anal orifices years ago (they apparently thought it was funny to chase someone on a blindly panicking galloping out of control horse...one broken helmet and permanent amnesia later...I still hate dirt bikes). But this guy slowly came putt-putt up behind us, and as he passed he said "I don't wanna spook him!" I thanked the fellow...the trouble is...slowly approaching things can become STALKING things...and yes, Quzqo spooked anyway, LOL! I can't fault the fellow, he lives on that road and he knows there's lots of horses around, so I do appreciate his effort.

Final 1/2 mile or so back to the barn Quz got to trot, and he was a trottin' fool! Straight into the wind, his mane and tail flying silver in the waning sun, it was beautiful!

Definitely doing that again! At least in the show ring, there won't be any dirt bikes or lilac bushes!

Friday, May 16, 2008

Rode to Recovery

Got to ride Quzqo last night! Poor boy was SOOOO worn out from his busy day, I might as well have carried HIM around the arena! I knew he was worn out when he didn't side-step when I put the saddle on his back (he usually does that, no matter if it's English, Western, or treeless... just on matter of principle), AND he obligingly opened his mouth to accept the bit!

The indoor arena was full of riding lessons, Bob's granddaughters riding, my friend with the Paint working my farrier's horse, and another lady with her OTTB. Needless to say, Coos and I went OUTside!

Didn't bother to lunge him, as draggy as he was acting. He did swing his hindquarters away a couple of times while I was trying to get on, but he was too tired to keep it up and the third time he stood still for me. Stinker.

I'd put his bridle fly-mask on, and again the poor horse was wandering around like Mr. Magoo, and not real keen on doing anything because it seemed he had trouble seeing! He wavered and wobbled and veered like a drunkard, and kept tripping on trail obstacles. He was even less keen on actually trotting, but I got him into a trot, and didn't notice ANY lameness or favoring his injured leg.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, for within minutes there came a literal PARADE of horses and riders down the hill from the barn....the resident trainer on a horse she's been working for the past few weeks...followed by the lady with the OTTB...and my friend on the
farrier's horse...and the riding lesson...and the grandkids on their horses! Soon the arena was awash in horses (the trainer wisely stayed OUTside the ring), with TB's being lunged and kids on QHs going the wrong way and crying about it (snark). Quz was SO unenthused, and I was
feeling disappointed and claustrophobic, and my cinch was loose, so I got off, tightened the cinch, and exited the arena.

Remounted outside at a bench...Quzqo tried to graze but the fly mask interfered with his depth perception and he bonked his head on the bench, LOL! (I know, it's not really funny, but it was). We headed off for the trails, only to be joined by the twerpy teen (the one who phoned me about Quzqo's injury weeks ago) on her "new" QH mare, "Dolly" (snark...turns out her father hasn't paid the horse's board for FOUR MONTHS so Bob is a bit unhappy. Gee, why, that's only....oh.. .$1200.00 the guy owes him! Maybe if he stayed out of jail and got a job other than dope dealing he could pay...but that's another story.)

Quzqo only spooked once (at what, I don't know), Dolly did very well, considering it was her first time off the property! Was so nice to be riding, enjoying the wildflowers in the woods, the sound of the Sandhill Cranes in the distance, swatting mosquitoes off of Quzqo's neck. He perked up too, and marched smartly down the trail...he LOATHES arenas, poor guy.

A pleasant evening, we didn't overdo it. His injury is nicely scabbed over, still a little puffy but not hot or draining. Looks like the farrier DIDN'T trim him yesterday, maybe he figured he didn't really need it. Fine, save me $30.

Tonight I'll just go bring the horse in & brush him & leave him in peace with his grain and hay. Was sure nice to see him yaaaawwwwning after the ride, LOL...it'd been 18 days since he'd been tired enough to yawn!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Should I Take Umbrage?

I have a big photo of Quzqo standing in a summer pasture as my desktop background on my Mac at work. A client came in yesterday to drop off a CD, and she noticed the beautiful white horse, and asked if that was mine. I said yes, he's mine. He's an Arabian gelding.

"He doesn't LOOK like an Arabian. He's not delicate enough."

GRRRRGH!

Rather than get into a discussion of bloodlines and body types and CMK Bred performance Arabians, I just told her yes, he is an Arabian, and took the CD from her.

Yeah, I'd mistake this for a QH or Percheron, who wouldn't:


Diss me, but never, ever, diss my horse!


Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Never Happier to See a Scab!

Got the honor of bringing Quzqo in tonight from the far flung fields. He was waaaay off by himself, stuffing his face with green, growing grass. No new injuries from his new herd, thank God, but it looked like his puncture had opened up and bled! BLEAH!!!

Got him cleaned up, and it seems it hadn't "bled" per se, but "oozed" blood (better than pus!), and he has a nice dry scab forming, and the bright pink tissue of this morning had shrunk down! Excellent!

Talked w/my friend with the (new) Paint mare, and yes, she is going to the fun benefit show next Wednesday evening at the fairgrounds, and I reminded her that she'd invited me (and Quzqo) along back last December! Heh heh...yep, we're going to a horse show!! She doesn't plan to show her new mare though, because the bad girl ran off with her the other evening & it took her half an hour to get her under control! (thankfully they were in the outdoor arena, but still...)... she will take the mare & just ride her around to get her used to the horse show atmosphere. Well, one good thing...I won't have to compete against her, ha!

This will be Quzqo's Western Pleasure debut!! Guess I'd better ride him in his shanked curb, just to remind him. Thankfully a WP class doesn't involve much intricate neck reining, since it's pretty much follow-the-leader.

Since it's a fun show, it won't matter that my "western" saddle doesn't have a horn!

A Drop of Vinegar into a Bowl of Baking Soda

Today Quzqo got to go OUTSIDE!!! His owie's nice and healed (still slight oozage but barely anything), the farrier is coming tomorrow, and frankly, I didn't want the poor man to have to deal with an Arabian whose been in a stall for 2+ weeks (because I know Coos would get the worst of it!!! My farrier has no qualms about smacking horses with the flat of his rasp if they wiggle around too much).

Not wanting to have my fingers dislocated, I faked out the horse by walking him into the pasture, and while still walking forward, unsnapped the lead from his halter so he was free before he realized it, and THEN TORE off at a brisk trot! (If I'd have stopped and turned him towards me (like you're SUPPOSED to), he'd have reared back and tried to tear off before he could be unsnapped or unhaltered). I got Bob's permission to put him back into "Cannonball Run", the big back pasture where he was year before last (when he got his tail broken by that pony mule), because it's full of fat, mellow horses, not the wild hellions of "Bad Boyz".

Quzqo trotted off down the aisleway towards the pasture, and that turned to a canter, and that turned to a gallop up up up off over the hill and into the morning drizzly mist!! I didn't even see the other horses, they were so far out...but pretty soon I saw little shapes bobbing around behind the hill, bouncing and moving briskly! Within the minute here comes Quzqo....followed by three horses and a pony, all galloping across the hills like a flock of birds!

To paraphrase "Jurassic Park"..."they're flocking this way"...Quzqo headed back towards the gate, leading the rest of the herd, and they came thundering down the aisleway and erupted into the paddock at the end where I stood (safely behind the gate)! Quzqo exploded into the paddock all flag-tailed and high-headed, then came Colby the QH, Leo the bucking roan, a BIG bay pinto Draft cross gelding who is relatively new, and finally, Roly Poly Oly the mealy bay Shetland Pony! They boiled around, Quzqo acting like an agitator in a washing machine, squealing and rearing and pawing and sniffing and nibbling and spinning his butt towards all and sundry! He and the Drafter engaged in a prolonged nose-sniffing and face-nibbling, broken by the occasional Arabian squeal and Quz would strike out with his little hooves...LOL, they never came NEAR the Drafter, sort of like the big kid holding the little kid's head and the little kid trying to hit him...Quz just didn't have the reach! Thankfully the Drafter was benign and just sniffed and nibbled....I was glad I left the halter on, because the horse was nibbling THAT and not Quzqo's actual face!

Quzqo sort of made the rounds, investigating and being investigated by each horse...he already knows Colby and they're good buds. He did spin and present his butt to Leo, who immediately backed off. Quz and Colby got into a sniffing/nibbling session that ended with both of them rearing up on their hind legs and squealing! (I never knew Colby COULD rear up, LOL!). Coos was the only one squealing, a few times he let loose a ROAR...a very basso profundo squeal, a "don't mess wi't me I'm a bad mofo!" sort of squeal.

They eventually made their way back up the aisleway and again Quzqo lead the brigade galloping off over the hills into the mist! Colby broke off from the group and went to graze, and again all I could see was little horse heads bobbing around behind the hill! I knew I was already late for work, so I made my way back to the car. Before I left I checked again, and this time I saw all five horses grazing on the hilltop...introductions were over, time to settle down to business!

I think that's the most excitement that herd has seen all winter, LOL! Hopefully Quz will be settled down by tomorrow for the farrier, and safe for me to ride!


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Video of the Wild Man


Took this video this morning before work, Quzqo is sporting his snappy yellow vet wrap! Doesn't seem to be slowing him down any!