Obedience Epiphany

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Saddlebred riders do not want obedient horses.

Bear with me. Dressage and saddleseat have many similarities: rearward balance and an uphill shoulder from the horse, seat and posture from the rider. That is a topic for another post.

A dressage horse trotting down centerline has no idea what the test is. Rides at home are an endless remix of gaits, transitions, and figures. Show patterns are majorly different for each level of competition, minorly different within the levels, and change every few years. Patterns are not practiced between shows. The goal is a horse who is attentively and athletically ready to do whatever she is called upon to do smoothly and promptly. This is termed submission. This does not mean a slavish robot. Dressage riders want a happy working partner. On her blog post, Vocab Lessons, Ange Bean writes “Submissive = When the horse lets you control of each of their body parts easily.”

(Pet peeve: I take issue with the common dressage parlance of “improving” a horse’s balance or gaits. His balance works fine for his needs. We may want to bring the horse in line with a chosen ideal, and work to help the horse achieve this ideal more easily, more consistently, and on demand. However, to privilege one expression of a gait over another is a value judgment that resides inside our heads. End soapbox.)

When an ASB enters the ring, he knows the drill. Enter at a trot heading left. Walk (perhaps. The big-time performance classes are not stringent on this.). Canter. Reverse. Repeat. There might be a little modification: the instructor throws in a second canter if the students are not sufficiently worn out, a horse competes in walk-trot instead of walk-trot-canter [Show Report: Class 78]. By and large, the routine is the same every ride, every class, every year. The result is a different attitude on the part of the horse. No one wants a Saddlebred who asks, ‘What next? What next? What next?’ They want one who says, ‘Hot damn. Here we go.’

Different requirements from the horse equal different goals for the rider. My job – on a Saddlebred – is to assist the horse to look as flashy and striking as possible. Then to sit lightly until I am called upon to assist further. Granted this is easier on a trained horse who knows her job. I imagine that riding a young Saddlebred requires stronger assistance and less time staying out of the way. But the underlying philosophy remains. I would think.

Folks who know more about dressage &/or saddleseat, please weigh in.

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Great Grays

Milton
Milton covHorse & Hound recently ran Milton: 12 fascinating facts about our hero. Check out the first picture. That’s how horse should use his shoulders over a fence. Found courtesy of the Facebook page for Equestrian Legends – Book

My favorite Milton quote from his biography:

Sometimes I get so carried away on Milton I ask him to do something that is almost impossible, but he’s so good he manages it. Then I try it on another horse and I find myself upside down. Milton by Gail Newsum [Kenilworth 1991], p47.

Gem Twist
My brush with greatness was down in Florida. Wandering the barn aisles at a Tampa show, I saw a gray horse standing toward the back of his stall. A nice enough Thoroughbred but nothing remarkable. He looked tired and a little grumpy. He could have been some kid’s 3′ hunter recovering from long day of outside-diagonal-outside-diagonal courses. Then I spotted the nameplate.

Local Hero
I was tailgating at a steeplechase with a friend who owned a gray. In her honor, my friend bet on any gray in a given race. The grays he backed didn’t always win, but they always finished ahead of whichever horses the rest of us chose. By betting color, he won every race in our betting pool.

A Small Hop Forward

Rodney trotted quietly over a jump! Yay!

It was a tiny cavaletti cavaletto, he was on a leadline & he was hopped up on painkillers. But still, this the quietest he has ever dealt with the idea of jumping for us. Please note, I am NOT in any way advocating showing Rodney or any horse on pain meds. We did this as a diagnostic procedure only, similar to blocking the nerves to a foot & trotting the horse in hand to see where the injury is located. This was an anxiety block.

Backstory:
Rodney came up Saturday morning with a mildly puffy eye. The vet recommended a shot of Banamine rather than a topical. The barn medical staff took the opportunity to see if reducing the body’s inflammation changed Rodney’s reaction to a very, very small jump. It did. He came close to the classic hop & plop. He gave the exercise as much respect as it deserved – very little.

This is means two things:
A) His fussing after a jump has a physical, and therefore treatable, cause.

B) We are most likely dealing with a muscle issue rather than a system flaw since it can be blocked with such a low dose.

This is a Good Thing.

And now the philosophical question. When Rodney has a melt-down of any size [Aftermath], I fall into an immediate tailspin. I think such productive thoughts as ‘Sadness! Despair! This is hopeless. I’m hopeless. He will never amount to anything.’ When he goes well, I do not think, ‘Success! Victory! He’s wonderful. I’m wonderful. We are going to Rolex.’ Instead, I hem and haw, ‘Well, it was just one jump. He wasn’t that good. We still have to figure out what is bothering him …’ and so on.

Why are we – at least I – so quick to believe the worst and to dismiss the good?

BTW, his eye is fine. Probably got a piece of bedding lodged when he lay down.
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Ghost Feb 09 14

Future Planning

This post is by way of a time capsule to compare how I feel now with what transpires in 1, 2, 5 years.

Through 2015
The final 2013-2014 Winter Tournament show was a week ago. The banquet is this weekend. My prediction is that I have one more Winter Tournament in me. I plan to show this season and next in Academy walk-trot-canter. Not as many shows as last year, but a goodly number. Go to Nationals at least once for WTC, perhaps twice depending on the results over the summer. Two years of cantering classes will make three years of Academy total. If I’m not riding a horse of my own – TB jumper, ASB eventer, whatever – by the end of that, I’m taking up Tiddlywinks.

Not really, but it will be time for major change. The natural evolution would be to move out of Academy into performance classes. While suit classes would be a hoot, I don’t see myself making the fulltime commitment to saddleseat that would be necessary [Suiting Up].

At some point, one must stop hitting one’s head and admit that the wall has won.

Through 2014
Along those lines, I don’t know where the blog would have been without saddleseat and the shows to write about. This year, I can compare & contrast with last year. But that’s it. If I’m not doing something new/different/exciting – see above – by the end of this year, the blog will run out of steam. If my life looks exactly the same at this time next year, I will certainly enjoy my third (if all goes as planned) year in Academy, but I don’t see the narrative potential.

This is not a prelude to a hysterical meltdown over the blog, although I am certainly capable of those [Where, Baack]. It’s more about diminishing material. If I don’t add new data to the system, three years of daily blogging will have sucked dry everything I have to say on the subject.

At some point, I will run out of archive photos to fall back on [Happy Halloween]. If I have a new face, or an old face pulls his socks up and does something new, then by all means, I will blather away.

In Sum
Many things can happen between now and then, both good and bad. However, given an extrapolation of the current starting conditions, this is how I envision the future arranging itself.

We shall see.
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R&R Jan 07 14

Pasture Astronomy

Another winter storm & cabin fever have leached me of all inspiration. Counting down to daylight savings time (March 9, 22 days) and Spring (March 20, 33 days). Given the celestial nature of these thoughts, here is sunset & moonrise Thursday evening from the pasture and backyard.

sun feb 13 14

moon Feb 13 14

Since walking a Bassett Hound lends itself neither to artistry nor to contemplation, I had swapped my camera for my cell and was listening to Audible (The Androids’s Dream by John Scalzi [Tor 2006], narrated by Wil Wheaton, chapter 1). Took these with the camera app. Not bad for a cell phone camera.

Spring countdowns
Timeanddate.com – Countdown till Spring 2014
mycountdown.org – Spring

Duration calculators
Timeanddate.com – Date to Date Calc
daycalc.appspot.com

The Spring countdowns do not match. Go figure. Despite the digital toys, I double-checked the numbers old-school by plonking my finger along a paper calendar.