I'm finally back in Knoxville after a [way too long] visit to CT for the holidays. So of course, I rushed up to the barn to see Dee. I waited until about 10:30 to leave, figuring that would give her a few hours with her friends before I disturbed her. Unfortunately, when I got to the barn at 11, the horses were JUST being turned out. Luckily (or, from Dee's perspective, unluckily), she was not out yet, so I didn't have to deal with the fact that she would be incredibly angry at me for grabbing her right after she got turned out (and let's be real, she probably wouldn't have let me catch her).
Since she's been on vacation for awhile thanks to me school schedule, the plan is to get her legged back up for a week or two before I really start riding again. That means lots of in-hand walk work and trotting on the lunge. She was... marginally well-behaved yesterday. It took awhile to get her listening and settled in the trot work, because what she wanted to do was fall into the circle, get on two wheels, and bolt in a fit of bucks and leaps. I was able to keep that to a minimum though, and by the time we changed directions she was mostly listening to me--with some eye-rolling and giraffe-impersonating thrown in for good measure.
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Looking very proud of herself. |
Back in the barn, she promptly started throwing a pawing tantrum whenever I walked away from her (she knows better when I'm working on her), because she wanted to go out. If she could talk, I'm pretty sure the dialogue would have been something like "
You are the worst mother ever and I hate you and I want to see my friends." I imagine there would have been some expletives thrown in, too.
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Notice the wide-open mouth... Very classy. |
On the way out to the pasture we had to have a bit of discussion about not being a disrespectful cow, since she suddenly decided that she didn't need manners and could just barge ahead to the gate. False. Once she was back to acting like a lady, I released her back into the "wild" and she never looked back. I could really feel the love.
I think the only reason I would own a mare would be so that I could constantly call her a cow. It just doesn't have the same ring to it when yelled at a gelding.
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