Butterball and I went through a brief, undocumented time of not having the most perfectly delightful hacks. I didn't write about it because I thought I broke my pony. Retrospectively I think winter weather, an overabundance of trust in the snackamore, and, for once, doing too little, gave the pony poor ideas. Never fear, all is right in the world again, and we are back to tromping around bareback and bitless and having a great time. But we'll tell a story about this winter in case I think I've broken him again next January.
Our hacks all start by passing a house that is very spooky. As far as I can tell about fifteen people live there with about twenty cats. This may be a slight exaggeration but it's probably pretty close to the truth.
There's several car ports, a few falling down sheds, and just generally a lot of STUFF. It's all under the shade of some large trees and then there's some smaller shrubbery as well. Basically something is always making sounds or moving in the yard but it's never something that can actually be seen well. Or when something can be seen, it's a cat, small child, or basketball followed by small child that comes TEARING out of the yard straight towards the pony. People frequently come and go and then often hang out partially in their cars, again being audible but not necessarily visible.
Don't get me wrong, everyone who lives there has been incredibly nice. When they pass me on the road in their cars, they slow way down. And when they're out in the yard, they always say hello and we exchange pleasantries. But their knowledge of the fragile psyche of a prey animal is about zero. Although slightly more than zero now because I chatted with the child with the basketball after jumping off the pony to avoid being spun off the pony.
When I first got Butterball, I think we lucked out into passing the spooky house when people and cats were mostly not moving around. Also his motivation to care about things drastically decreases when it's 90 degrees. But around the time we had the basketball experience, he also started being worried about stuff in the field on the other side of the road from the house. He's seen a lot of deer and never really cared much. Which makes me think there had to be some sort of predator hanging out in the field for a bit. Black bear would be weird but not unheard of and we certainly have bobcats, so who knows. This meant no side of the road was safe. Throughout all of this and as the weather got notably colder, I kept trying to do my weekly bareback hack in his snackamore.

But eventually he became pretty resistant to leaving the driveway. One ride he was consistently hopping up and down and trying to spin around to head back home. The bitless bridle is great, but when he's being a pill it's actually much worse for both of us (in the way that a more harsh bit used judiciously in educated hands is much better than a snaffle that is hung on). And when I'm bareback I have less of a tendency to kick on. So finally I caved and added the tack back, but he was still very up and agitated passing between the haunted house and the field. It was a constant fight to keep him from jigging and/or spinning to head back home. I clued in one day watching a lesson where they were joking about revoking the horse's decision making ability. I had given my relatively green pony too much responsibility in the face of ALL THE HORSE EATING HELL DEMONS and he had no idea what to do with it. In between directing him forward again or stopping the jigging, I was still trying to walk on a loose rein. But after that lesson I started putting him to work the second I felt him start to tense. If you're not gonna make the right choices, I'll make the choices for us. I think this also helped because if I could get his body in a theoretically relaxed posture and his mind occupied then relaxation of his mind would follow. And wouldn't ya know it, clever pony decided that if the alternative to jigging and trying to spin was leg yields and shoulder in and haunches in, he could in fact walk on a loose rein.
I also added in cookies, which I'd used for other horses but never for him. I was, and still am, very careful not to give a cookie unless I click, lest I create a pretzel pony who constantly thinks treats are coming from his rider. But when he braves a spooky area or sound calmly, click and cookie! When he is focused on something in the distance, ask for yielding to the rein, click, and cookie!
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The best view! |
Now a few weeks in (and 80 degree weather, so who knows what truly made the difference), I have my super brave, sane, relaxed pony back to take on weekly bareback hacks. On his trot and canter sets (always with tack because I'm not that crazy) this week he braved running dogs, cows, and horses, and never broke stride. He seems joyful heading out the driveway again and even when someone was washing a car in the shadows of the trees out of his sight and then turned on some sort of intermittent power tool, he kept his cool and didn't have to be put to work with lateral work. Good BOY! I would like to think I'm back on track to creating a fearless adventure pony who loves exploring and isn't fussed by much.
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Part of letting him make choices again, we ended up thoroughly in the scraggly little woods by the side of the road. Dunno what he was looking for, but if he's having fun exploring then why not?? |