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Greenbroke Member
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Southern California
Posts: 3,049
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Wow, Tango's improving so quickly. Today was the first day I've been able to get to the barn, and I got him into the big arena. He ran around; he was kicking and farting and hollering and just being happy and playing. It was so great to just watch him...but I wanted to ride.
I set up some barrels, tacked him up in the Aussie, and we rode. We haven't done barrels in probably 10 weeks, but he recalled what he was supposed to do...and we even cantered between the barrels for the first time. We are having a big event for the next few weeks at the barn; they're setting up bleachers, and all the equipment was moving around and making so much noise and coming in and out of the arena, that we stopped. But he never so much as lost it with any of these things - the grader, the kabota, the electric carts, the clanging of portable fencing and the erection of the bleachers...none of it bothered him. It bothered me, though, so I decided to take Tango out onto the trail for a while, to see if he remembered how to cross the water.
So out we went...he was alert but not spooky, and just happy and moving out. We passed a dog behind a fence who was barking, and while Tango veered to the far side of the trail, he didn't get upset at all. We went down hill at a steady walk, and then through the trees...to the creek.
He didn't remember he could do this, but it took very little time for him to recall it. He went into the middle of the creek, and lowered his head. I let him, figuring it would be a wise thing to let him familiarize himself with the fact that it's just water...when a bright red crawdad went swimming by his nose.
I don't believe I've ever felt him jump straight up before. It's fairly eerie, that maneuver...but somehow, he leapt straight up, and then scrambled for the far side of the creek. And then he bailed...saw an opening in the tree, snorted, squealed and just took off. It took probably 1/2 a mile to get him back under control, but I just kept calm and kept telling him 'shh, easy, shh' and finally he went into a trot and then to a walk, and then to a standstill...still headhigh, but standing still.
We were in the wash, in a place I've never been in before. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to which route he took; I was a bit busy bringing him back under control. So I spotted a treeline approximately where we came from, and figuring the creek was there, I turned Tango in a large circle. I found the trail again, and we continued on to the next creek crossing. He took that relatively well, so we only went a little further and then turned around. He and I traveled well back to the first crossing, and while he hesitated a bit, he did go through.
We went back up the hill at a good, steady walk (although I had to keep a tight rein), and we headed home. Past the dog again, barking...and this time, Tango didn't even bother to move to the far side of the trail; just passed by like it was nothing. I spotted a log, pushed Tango towards it, and we went over it without even thinking about it.
We got back, managed the gate (with the security lock/code), and came back inside the barn. I untacked him, let him roll, took him to the shower, and then, after he was clean and happy, I spotted a trailer. I asked the owner (who boards with us) if I could take Tango in and out, and she said 'of course', so we practiced getting in and out. He did really well; I had to move him out a few times for refusing, and that worked well...bear in mind the last time I tried to practice trailering, he panicked and ran me over...so this was a huge improvement.
At that point, I couldn't ask for any more...and put him up with a good lunch with biotin and grain and alfa-oat cubes and carrots, and just brushed and groomed him for a while.
We had a great day. It was challenging for he and I, with the crawdad spook and the trailering work, but he really has come a long, long way in a short time. He's really trusting me, and it feels amazing to know he's really beginning to see me as someone who won't let him get hurt.
He's my boy, and I am so proud of him and his improvements. He rocks.
Best-
Noni
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"His name is Tango," said I. The wee boy, in his childish lisp, replied "no, his name is Bongo Mountain."
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