Leadership

OMG PONIES!1! I have two horses

I think this morning it really sank in that I have two horses. I, who wasted decades stuck in my belief that only Other People had (deserved?) horses. I, who bought a house in 2003 when I should have bought a horse instead. I. Have. Two. Horses.

Salsa is clearly an LBE, while Rocky is clearly a quadpolar mystery. He’s so evenly distributed in all the horsenality quadrants, and pretty mild to boot, that I still am not sure of his innate horsenality. I do my best to adapt to whatever horsenality he’s showing at the moment, but I’m looking forward to the horsenality report application that Parelli is working on so I can learn how to customize my responses to blend “horsenality of the moment” and “innate horsenality” strategies.

It really hit home for me this week how often I give my horses the wrong responsibilities. I protect my “herd of two” as often as possible, but I have also let Rocky touch noses with other horses, or lay his ears back at them, or even swing his butt toward a lower herd mate while I was haltering Rocky.

I’d been told before (pre-Parelli) “don’t let him do that!” whenever he reached out to another horse, but when I asked “why not?” the answer was “you have to show him who’s boss.” As most of these were people who “showed” their horses who was “boss” by jerking the reins, tying the horse’s mouth closed, or smacking them with sticks in a punishing way versus in a communicative way, I took the explanation to be another example of aggressive or micromanaging methods. I wanted to give Rocky some independence and a feeling like he could make some decisions on his own.

Parelli teaches us to “show him who’s boss” in an entirely different way. We have to act like a horse so that our horses elect us to be their bosses; we don’t impose bossness on them with “mechanics,” “fear,” or “intimidation.” The program gives the horse four responsibilities and the human four responsibilities, and you can trace everything to at least one of those items.

It is my responsibility to think like a horse and that means understanding my role as leader and acting accordingly, which is not the same as micromanagement.

Rocky swung his hindquarters toward Salsa (which put me between his butt and Salsa’s nose) when I had Salsa on-line and Rocky was tied on the high line, and I asked Erin: “Am I supposed to do something here?” and she said “Yes. There should be no dominance games when you are around. If there are, it means you are not the leader.”

So I gave Rocky a long phase 1 driving game and then right when I zipped through 2 and got to 3, his haunch ran into my rope! He pivoted around so fast I felt a breeze, and he lowered his head and gave me both eyes. Then Salsa twitched his ears back and though we haven’t played any game but Friendly yet, I gave him a good schwiegermutter look and he took a step back and gave me both eyes and ears.

I introduced Salsa to the carrot stick today and will start playing the games with him tomorrow, following the sequence the Savvy Times magazine recently laid out: games 1-3, on-line patterns level 1, games 4-7, on-line patterns level 2.

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A long leisurely afternoon with firsts and wows

Days like this confirm my belief that I need a camera guy to follow me around. I would really love to document Rocky’s expressions when figuring out puzzles, his questions to me, his alert walk when he meets me at the pasture gate, his cute tongue when he plays games with the hose.

I spent almost four hours out there today in no hurry at all. I had a Plan but not an Expectation. No deadline and no particular attachment to outcomes.

All the ground play felt like a solid level 2 with some flashes of brilliance that I’d qualify as early level 3. The riding felt like an early level 1 — but not a level 0.

What I practiced, with varying degrees of skill:

  • Holding the 22-foot line by the leather end rather than in the middle, while still managing it to keep Rocky from tripping.
  • Touch-It pattern from 16 to 22 feet away from Rocky, all around our ranchette.
  • Recognizing and honoring thresholds in both of us.
  • Waiting.
  • Sideways game all the way around the round pen, both directions, with the turn-out herd fanned out along the rail.
  • Yo-yo, driving game, and circle game in the round pen, with belly of the rope on the ground and a pole along the rail he had to watch for.
  • Stopping at the right time. Giving cookies at the right time.
  • Seven games from 22 feet, all around the ranchette.
  • Saddling with savvy, especially the girth.
  • Mounting from the (high, awkward, wobbly at least in my mind) pipe panel fence. Waiting for heart rate to slow before moving from fence to horse. Waiting after mounting until both Rocky and I relaxed, allowing him to continue licking the pipe fence, stroking his neck, rotating my pelvis back to my balance point in a saddle that tries to roll me onto my seat bones.
  • Point-to-point in the arena in English saddle with stirrup leathers removed, choosing points far outside the arena and way above my head, not removing my eyes from the point no matter what. Breathing. Balance point. Pedaling. Breathing again. Feeling the “eyes” on my toes, knees, hip bones, belly button, shoulders, and forehead pointing toward the chosen Point, and Rocky straightening his trajectory accordingly.
  • Acknowledging Rocky for not spooking when the lead rope of the hackamore fell to the ground without my noticing. I was urging him forward and he wouldn’t go, and then he backed up a little, and then I noticed the rope on the ground. I rested there and stroked and praised him, breathing, then had him turn his nose to me so I could reel the line in. Then we rested some more. And then we moved forward.
  • Devising a better way to keep that rope secured.
  • Bringing life into my body while riding. Grounding equally through both feet rather than just one, when not riding.
  • Bathing Rocky.

This illustration is not to scale — the horses aren’t that tiny in real life — but it gives you a sense of the audience we had while playing. You can’t see him, but there was a chocolate Lab under one of those trees, too.

Round pen

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