Hot Summer

Words don't convey

Today I realized during our ride that so much communication betwixt rider and horse cannot be communicated by words. Tiny movements. Consistency. Balance. All these things are the currency of communication.

We are doing better every day. We sure have a great Whoa. And getting the trot is far less effort. This little horse has a good attitude. He tries. I adore him.

Zwarte would rather not do this.

Zwarte seems sluggish. Since I haven't been permitted to use a whip, I flail and flap until he finally picks up a trot. Grudgingly he goes and if I don't pay close attention, he slows into a walk.

So different from Sam. I could think what I wanted him to do and he pretty much did it. He was so light to ride. Perhaps it was foolish to think that this new horse would develop the same traits as Sammy had.

But Sam is gone. And it remains to be seen with Zwarte.

Worked on leaning back. Keeping centered in the saddle. Posting.

Fell off again.

This is getting old. Thank goodness for my helmet because I hit my head hard and saw woozy stars and tweety birds.

Rasping a hoof

One thing my little horse has is fine feet. Like rocks.

Even so, he chips the edges so that I need to get him trimmed. Today, though, I got a lesson from Marty on how to rasp the cracked edges of his hooves. I worked on just one because it is hot. I managed to be dripping sweat from my nose and pumping sweat from my face. Out of breath, I stopped.

Yep. It is summer here in Arkansas. I believe that $30 for the trimming is probably money well spent.

Eh. Poor, poor pitiful me.

After being teased at the barn for my white plastic bridle, I did what needed to be done! That is, got on ebay and bought a used Passier bridle. Classic looking. I don't think the leather is all that, though. The plastic bridle was made of biothane and though completely ugly, was very nice to work with.

It has taken me a full month to almost get over falling off my horse. The xrays didn't show anything broken. And I learned about a new painkiller - Aleve. Going through the airport last week, I broke down and got a wheelchair. Hauling crap with a sore hip is just a bad idea, all round.

I tried out the australian saddle and it just didn't work for me. It felt perchy on my horse. And the workmanship was not up to standards. So it has been sent back.

I am back to the Bates Isabell. It fits well - both for me and my horse. No lesson this week. Everyone is getting ready for the horse show on Sunday.

New Saddle on its way

I got to thinking that having a more secure saddle would help with developing my seat. So I haved ordered a Kates Rideabout Endurance saddle. I will use my saddle pad, monkey grip, and webbers with it. There is a nice review of the saddle on http://www.horsetackreview.com/.

I am still sore and have a slight headache.

One of the things I have been told to change is my ugly bridle. Being a white bridle on a black horse looks like a neon light to Marty. So I am conditioning one of my other bridles and will change over today.

Henry did a lovely dismount yesterday - he was riding bareback and Zwarte took off. Henry landed on his feet. This is the way to do it. Not landing on one's head.