Just another quick series of running red horse. We’re more or less moved now, although there’s still a lot of unpacking to do, so we haven’t had much time to do fun things in the barn. Well, except if you count running around like crazy in the sun as a fun thing. Emilie counts that as a fun thing.
Windy autumn is here again and how I wish more of these fall days would be sunny and pleasant like this one. Rushed to grab the camera while the horse and husband rushed to play tag all over the place.
Just another series of random pictures of Emilie and friends. It’s been a hectic fall for us, selling one house and buying another, but never too busy to pack that camera.
Emilie is still dealing with back pain so we find other ways to exercise than riding. One of her favourite games is the yoga ball — it’s an endless, bouncing treat machine!
Emilie is usually cool-headed but there is one thing that used to reduce her to a sweating, shaking wreck: The dreaded hoofpick. We’ve been training, patiently, for two months now, and with the help of our brave barefoot trimmer, Kimmie, cleaning feet is no longer a highly traumatic experience.
I don’t know what caused this anxiety. When we purchased Emilie we were warned that she had not yet learned to lift her feet properly. We were going to train it, but then she had her colic surgery and we had to wait for that 60 cm incision to be properly healed before we started doing difficult work that requires standing on three legs for a while.
Once we did get started it became very obvious that her refusal was not obstinacy or annoyance: She was afraid of being held and losing her balance, causing her to fall. She actually fell. Twice.
We’ve got a working arrangement now. Using positive reinforcement training, patience, and observing her reactions, we have now reached a point where a tap on the front of the knee means that she will lift her hoof — and then we’re allowed to do whatever we want to it as long as we don’t take hold of it. She holds the leg. No feeling of being trapped or restrained.
Moreover she needs regular breaks — a minute at a time with a foot up, tops. Again, not out of obstinacy but due to hip trouble that she likely acquired during surgery (turn a horse over, haul it up in chains around the legs, no wonder …). We’re calling in a chiropractor to sort those issues out, and I expect that once they’re dealt with, she’ll cease demanding breaks.
It’s amazing what patience, grass pills, and lots of praise can do.
Bonus: Positive reinforcement works both ways. As the picture shows, she’s taught me how to give the best chest and neck rubs. And my reward is that she returns them.
Yesterday we drove down to spectate at Pitt Stop’s first agility meet. It was awesome! The weather was being extremely Danish, sunshine alternating with heavy showers, and the light was not friendly to my camera — but all the same, I captured some moments in time that are worth sharing. If only my camera had not run out of battery half way through!
Edit: Someone told me Thor and Michael are stallions. They are not. But they’re still big, red, and sexy.
Emilie is still a very pretty horse. Even when she’s being silly about her feet that are badly in need of a trim. We’re pushing her on the subject these days — need to be ready and willing for the farrier next week.
Once she’s no longer lame we get started on balancing work because she’s really worried about tripping or falling over while lifting feet.