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Horse-crazy? It doesn’t have to be “just” a dream.

Posted on February 21, 2011 by horsegirlonajourney

All through childhood, my chant at every birthday candle, fountain, and other wish-appropriate occasion was “please let me someday have a horse and enough money to take care of it.” I remember putting a lot of time and effort into trying to find a phrase that encompassed that idea without using “and,” as I worried that “and” indicated two wishes, and I did not want the wish-granting beings to think I was trying to sneak an extra one in or go over my quota.

I considered just wishing for money, as obviously I would use it to care for horses, but that seemed greedy and non-specific. Pretty much everyone wants more money, so it didn’t seem special enough to use for a wish. It also entailed the risk that money would arrive but not in the quantities required to transform it into manure.

I also considered alternating the wishes: money with the birthday candle and a horse with the penny fountain, for example. But that had the same risks as just wishing for money. Even worse, it could backfire and result in a horse that I would have for a little while but then would be taken away because I didn’t have the means to take care of it.

Apparently the “and” did not negate the wish, for here I am, three months shy of 40 birthday candles, renting a home on the same property where I board my herd of three.

“What makes the difference between wishing and realizing our wishes? Lots of things, and it may take months or years for wish to come true, but it’s far more likely to happen when you care so much about a wish that you’ll do all you can to make it happen.” ~ Mr. Rogers

I don’t let myself regret the detours and delays that kept me from starting my horsemanship journey for too many decades. (I bought a house in Los Angeles in 2003; why oh why didn’t I buy a horse instead? I moved from San Francisco to Los Angeles in 1999; why oh why didn’t I wonder if there was any such thing as horse-zoned suburbs that rented apartments? I took hunter/jumper lessons in Golden Gate Park in the 1990s and it was horrendous; why oh why didn’t I look for a facility and an instructor that were a better fit for me?)

As we learn from Disney’s version of The Lion King, you have to put your behind in the past. Can’t change it, can only learn from it, and move on.

But I do want to tell anyone who, like me, believed that horses were something that happened to other people, that you do not have to wait until you are divorced or fed up or — gasp — old to get your first horse. You don’t have to marry and have kids if you don’t want to (and if you do want to, it’s worth spending time at Parelli events to find someone compatible with your horsemanship dreams). You don’t have to buy a house (it’s not the “investment” that the American Myth says it is), you don’t have to own property or live in the country to have a horse, and you don’t have to “stick it out” in normal lesson barns until you get your own horse to start Parelli.

I don’t want to save “just one person” from the delay and frustration and sorrow of believing it will never happen for you. I want to save you all.

Operation Pony Express: Day 1

Posted on February 7, 2011 by horsegirlonajourney

Erin’s mailbox is across the street from the main entrance to the ranch. It’s a busy road, the main thoroughfare for this part of the county, and it has a wide variety of vehicle, pedestrian, and bicycle traffic.

In the spirit of putting principles to purpose as I am back on my progressive journey after a six-month workalanche, I have decided that Rocky and I will check the mailbox and deliver the mail to the barn. Occasionally some mail arrives for one of the cottages on the property, so we will have to make a mail stop at each door, just in case.

I think it might take more than seven sessions before I’m ready to cross the street to the mailbox. But we made more progress today than I expected.

Rocky was patient while I brushed him, picked out his feet, and put on his EasyBoot Gloves and his Professional’s Choice SMB Boots, which I recently remembered that I have. He looked sharp with the black wraps around all four shins, and the black boots in the front.

We walked down the ranch road to the side gate, playing a few games along the way to remind him that he can walk in all that velcro, and then ambled down the side lane to the dreaded busy road. He was alert but not panicky about this, and we stopped to graze for a while next to the front fence. When he tried to go forward past the fence line, I yo-yoed him back from 12 feet away in zone 2, totally taking for granted that we can do that.

When enough motorcycles and trucks with tarps and cyclists with florescent green windbreakers had gone by, and Rocky and I worked out a rule that if he spooks he has to go backwards, not into the hotwire fence and not into me and definitely not into the fence and then me, we turned to our right and began walked along the verdant bank between the road and the fence.

All of the horses in our turnout paced us on Rocky’s right and I walked on his left a little bit in front, so if he did go suddenly forward or sideways I was not in the way.

Up to that point, we had not done anything new. He’s worn those boots and splint boots before, although not at the same time, and he’s walked down the lane and across the busy road to do the loop walk, veering left from the lane-meets-road interaction.

We have about 15 feet between fence and road, although not 15 feet of usable space due to ditches and shrubbery. Between the lane and the main drive is the seasonal creek, which did not have any water in it today but certainly had soft mud and enough of a ditch that he had to walk through it or hop over it.

The teenage boys across the street were taking turns riding a mini-bike in the shape of a Harley or Honda cruiser, and were going slowly enough down the road that it was excellent friendly game for Rocky. (They have horses over there too; I don’t know if that was the maximum speed for the little kit bike or if they were being polite.)

At the drive, I asked him to back away from the road, and let him graze for a while. Occasionally the head went up and the eye wide and staring, and I did the “don’t go there!” rope wiggle to keep him from retreating inside. We were both alert — him at the surroundings, me at him — but nobody panicked fully and he did look to me for guidance from time to time.

We walked back to the lane, paused to graze, spooked (backwards!) at a backfiring Harley, then repeated the route to the drive and back. the last time, Rocky rushed the creek, scrambling in a half trot half jump, so I had him do just the creek one more time, over and back, in a sedate manner.

Then back up the lane, through the gate, onto the ranch, a squeeze game in the creekbed near the lawn, and finally more grazing. I stripped him and put him away with a good feeling about having been provocative and progressive without pushing him too quickly past any thresholds.

He’s still holding himself a little aloof, as he has since the flank rope day. But by the end of today’s session he was softer with me and stayed at his gate watching me go back to the house when we were done.

Maybe tomorrow I will back him through all gates and sideways him down part of the lane on the way out and part of it on the way back, but only step onto the strip between lane and drive to graze, and then come back in to familiar territory. To mix it up while also spending more time in his comfort zone.