"I won’t lie: I was happy when a few days later my mare was comfortable with standing on the ramp with her front feet. I was encouraged about her progress, immediately visioning the next step and then the next. But then I stopped myself. What was I doing - again? I looked at my horse as she backed off the ramp on her own. I didn’t interfere. I’m sure this broke the basic rule of most trainers in the world, for I too had been drilled since childhood to “never let the horse have the last word.” But I realized that perhaps this was exactly the way to go."
Calm, Forward, Straight
Thanks for the info, I'll check it out.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing. I visited and enjoyed the current post very much. I will be looking at some of the older posts, for sure!
ReplyDeleteI follow that blog too (do we have good taste or what?) and agree with your recommendation. It was an excellent post.
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ReplyDeleteThanks so much for posting a link to that. I had "followed" her Song of the Black Horse blog but not remembered to click this one, and I would've missed out otherwise.
ReplyDeleteThe link doesn't show up for me darn it! Maybe I can locate it a different way...
ReplyDeleteI found it, thanks!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great post. My inexperience has caused me to go slow, and back off to an easier activity when Rogo said "too much", rather than try to push through. He's rewarded me by being a sweetie pie. Thanks for telling us about a great blog.
ReplyDeleteSometimes you really have to do what feels right. I will visit that blog! I also loved your previous post BTW and I think people like M need a thousand lashes with so wet and soggy hay but even so they may never learn. it slays me how M was complaining about hay being wasted. If a quarter of a flake of a flake of hay getting lost underfoot is enough to avoid feeding a horse altogether, I'll eat my hat.
ReplyDeletethat tomato worm was gross and fascinating at the same time. Such a creepy little green body.