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There’s just a song in all the trouble and the strife you do the walk you do the walk of life

On Friday, we went for another family walk: 1 horse, 1 pony, 1 dog, 5 humans. This time we didn’t just walk the half mile to the school–we went all the way to Western Gateway Park to rest by the creek. On the way back, we stopped at a restaurant for burgers. Half the town stopped by to ask if they could pet our horses! (Seriously, if you need a babe magnet, a pony works even better than a puppy. Who knew?)

This little lunch break included a quick jaunt to the hardware store across the road for a snow shovel, as Rocky decided to make it very clear that a) he is not afraid to stand next to restaurant tables under an overhang between a wall and several support posts and b) grazing on walks does indeed have an effect on the digestion.

But oh, what a walk. And extra cool is that Krisen brought her pocket camera and shot some photos along the way.

Salsa playing “halter? what’s a halter?” with Jan:

 

You know that Parelli patterns “do it seven times” thing? The one where they tell us that around the fourth or fifth session, something clicks in the horse and he starts to get it and engage and offer and relax? Yup.

Here’s Rocky walking all calm and interested through the squeeze between the neighborhood and the wooded hill behind the school.  (The cute guy is Josh, the photographer’s boyfriend.)

Walking up the hill, Rocky got a little antsy, probably just to keep his reputation intact:

And Rocky behaved for Josh while I took a bathroom break:

This weekend marks the one year anniversary of my move from Los Angeles to Penn Valley, returning to a climate where trees change color:

Walking as long as we did, and stopping for lunch in a shopping center, gave Rocky plenty of time to work through his initial burst of “ack we’re leaving home base!” and get into “hey cool another neat thing to look at.” I am reassured that when we join Erin and her students on trail rides in 2010, he will enjoy himself, even if we have to be ponied for the first 20 minutes. He played at the edge of the creek and took a drink, he took a slim branch in his mouth and shook it to make all the leaves fall off, he nuzzled people’s pockets and obliged the little girls who wanted to pet him.

Salsa-the-formerly-starving lives for grazing, but does look around with ears perked. Nothing spooks him.

I didn’t realize I was decked out in Parelli clothing until this photo of Dan, Jan, and I. Note the pony noses in the background.

On the way back, reaching the school and the footbridges that bookend the squeeze path, Rocky got even calmer. What had been off home base was now part of familiar territory.

We all got fresh air, exercise, food, and relaxation therapy, and I look forward to doing it again!

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I know what I know I’ll sing what I said we come and we go that’s a thing that I keep in the back of my head

All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay, and he’ll listen to me any day ~ Old Saw

Suddenly overcome with the sadness (it doesn’t matter why), I sank down to a cavaletti before I fell down. We had been just hanging out in the arena, getting reacquainted after my intense workweek, playing a few Liberty games here and there.

I was curled tight down into myself, already checked out, and then this velvet softness brushed against my head. I grunted but couldn’t move and then he did it again, lips busily inspecting my hair.  I looked up and smiled at him, through tears, and told him he was an awesome horse, which of course set me off again. Sob sniffle sob sob sniffle.

He flicked an ear at me, then walked around me, stepping daintily over the cavaletti. For a horse who does not seem to know where his feet are — who had been trapped twice already with his foot between the two pedestals — he lifted them high and set them down gently.

I whispered “good job” but was unable to stop crying, so I put my face back down in my arms where he wouldn’t see.

Nudge. He pushed his nose against my back, hard enough that I swayed forward, but not enough to hurt. Nudge. NUDGE.

Yup. He kept nudging, not hard but insistent, with rhythm (hrm, how interesting!), until I actually got to my feet and stood all the way up. Then he stepped forward, put me at his left shoulder, blew gently out his nose, and gave me the “let’s do something fun” eye.

Who am I to blow against the wind?

I squared my shoulders and smiled and said okay, and we played in a relaxed and libertyesque manner, and it was good.

My horse’s feet are as swift as rolling thunder
He carries me away from all my fears
And when the world threatens to fall asunder
His mane is there to wipe away my tears.
~Bonnie Lewis

At the very end, I put a halter and rein on him just for my own psychological need and climbed up onto his furry warm naked bony back, and sat there, trying to relax everything and just fluidly move with him across the arena to lick rails on the other side. I breathed deeply and pushed my weight back to balance as I leaned forward and hugged him.

Good boy.

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