Friday, September 15, 2017
Ellen is riding! She is even trotting! The first day was a little scary. She saddled him, and he acted well behaved, but when she brought out the bridle, he got really, really excited. Once she mounted, Ranger was all bouncy and prancy. Ellen rode him about 5 minutes. I told her to remember this when she claims Dante is acting hyper. Dante’s hyper is a quiet day for Ranger.
After that ride, he did much better. The first day she asked him to trot, but was super enthusiastic about it, but he has mellowed out about it, since. We take him for half hour walks, and she has been riding about half of his walks. Early on, he was insecure and wanted me close to him. (He has vision issues.) Now, he doesn’t seem to care where I am. When she is out at the barn without me, she feels she will be able to ride him alone.
Ellen trots just short stretches--asking him to go a little longer with each ride. She will click him when he is moving the way she wants him to. Of course, he stops to get his treat, but it just gives her a chance to do it, again.
They both seem to be having fun, so if all goes well, Ellen plans to continue at least until it gets really cold. It is much warmer to lead than to ride a horse that is mostly walking.
Ranger’s status has changed from retired to semi-retired!
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Ranger’s breathing is so improved, that Ellen decided to try riding him, again. She rode him a few times in the spring, but that has been it. Remember, she retrained him for saddling. Though he isn’t perfect, he is so much better than he was--it takes the saddling obstacle out of the picture.
Her first time up, she planned to ride him a few laps in the arena, and if that went well, they would ride outside. He was fine for the saddling. When he saw her bringing out the bridle, he got so excited! That certainly wasn’t what we were expecting.
He charged out of the barn on his way to the arena. She led him around to get him to settle down. Once he seemed a little better, she mounted up. Her plan of riding a few laps in there failed. When he saw the open gate, he bullied his way to it, and she conceded.
She stayed in the saddle about 3 minutes. He was so wound up. Though he stayed at a walk, it was a bouncy, prancy walk. Ellen decided she would be safer on the ground.
The next day, we decided to try, again. This time, she led him one lap around the loop and then brought him back to the mounting block. He was so much better. Ellen was thrilled. She went 1.5 laps and then led him the remaining 4.5 laps. All went well.
The next day was the day after Labor Day. Here in Cleveland, Labor Day Weekend is Air Show Weekend. We know how to avoid the jets--which can scare horses--on the weekend, but last year, Ellen was walking him the day after and the jets flew over to go home. Ranger had a panic attack and could barely breathe. She didn’t want to risk that, again. Instead, she just walked him close to the barn, so she could duck right in if necessary.
There were no jets, but after Ellen went home, Kevin was still at the barn when they came over. THere were 8 of them, and they came one at a time. We are so glad that Ranger was safe inside when that happened.
The next ride went lovely, again. She did nearly 2 laps, and she only quit when he started to get a little anxious when he heard some distant machinery.
She is planning to continue to ride him on part of his walks. He seemed to like it, and Ellen certainly does, too. I will keep you updated.
Friday, September 1, 2017
Mud rush is a phenomenon that I have been experiencing for a long time, but I never knew what to call it. Ellen came up with a perfect name for it.
When you are riding on the trail and encounter some mud, an excited horse tends to speed up when he goes through it. Not only can they speed up, they may change gaits or even explode!
It is, of course, a bigger problem with young and green horses. When I am out on a new horse, and I come to mud that is trottable--if I am trotting, I come down to a walk. If I am walking, I am vigilant and I certainly won’t canter through it. After I get to know the horse’s tolerance to mud rush, I adjust what I do.
Even though Cole is very, very familiar with mud, if he is hyper--I walk. Muddy river banks may cause Cole to burst up. (Cruiser used to do the same thing when I wasn't paying attention.) When I think Cole may act out, I will have him stop at the bottom and ask him to walk up like a gentleman. That doesn’t always work, so if he is in a “mood,” I make sure there is no one directly ahead of him that he may startle.
When he is in a steady mood, I don’t worry about muddy river banks, and I let him go through the mud. I may give him a half halt if he is in a borderline mood. It’s all about knowing your horse and knowing his mood at the time.
Now, mud rush isn’t always such a bad thing. Dante is a quieter horse, and Ellen uses the mud to her advantage. He will speed up when he feels the softness under his feet. She will even use light mud as a good spot to ask for a canter transition. She has another technique. If she has gotten far behind Cole, she will trot right through the mud to catch up with us--knowing I will either stop or take a longer route around the mud to avoid mud rush with Cole.
As far as I know, Starry is completely unaffected by mud, and I don’t even know if Kevin is aware that we can have problems with mud rush. He walks through bad mud and trots through the rest. If we are following him, we will ask him to stop at the mud, and of course, he does. I don’t know if he knows why, though.
So, if you have a wonderful horse like Starry, please keep in mind that other horses you are with may have a case of mud rush.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Starry and Dante’s Problems, Still
We thought that We had Dante’s problem lickecd. He was doing his business on the trail, and Ellen would reward him with a peppermint. All was well with the world. Then he decided he would only do it in the river, again. That is what he has been doing the last month. Ellen is trying to worry about it less. He usually does it when she is close to the other side. He hasn’t overreacted that much. Sometimes he walks faster, and sometimes he will trot up the bank. He is no longer doing it on dry land. It looks like she will just have to live with it.
And then there is Starry’s problem. For the last year or so, he has been reluctant to take the lead when we are on the trail. He is the worst with Dante, his best friend. This has caused Kevin much frustration.
He has tried changing Starry’s behavior with clicker training, and that is when he has the most success. Then, he feels that Starry should be over it and quits the clicks. Clicker training isn’t ever an instant cure all. Repetition is a must, and then you can fade it off. Kevin doesn’t like the repetition, and in the past, fading off meant going cold turkey. Then, he would end up back where he started.
Finally, it seemed like the lesson sunk in. So often, it is harder to teach the human than the horse. Kevin got serious about the clicking. We didn’t even try it with Dante, in the beginning. He has always been better with Cole, so that is when we did our training. On our rides, I would take Cole far to the side of the trail. Kevn would ask him to pass, and clicked him for any forward movement. Eventually, Starry would pass. If he started to fight, we would just give up and try later on the trail.
In a few weeks, Starry was doing pretty good. Kevin would only click when he got ahead of Cole and if he didn’t pass, he got no clicks. We finally got to the place where we could go on an hour ride and Starry would lead the whole time.
We then started to work with him and Dante. It was, and is still, much tricker. Sometimes, we would get him to pass Dante by following Cole--and then down the trail, we would ask him to pass Cole. Kevin would still click intermittently. Of course, he always gets “good boys.”
There are still places where it is nearly impossible to get him in the lead if Dante is there. One of those spots is when we cross the second river on the way home. On our last ride, together, Ellen and I went way off the trail and watched him.
Kevin asked him walk, and Starry stepped backwards 3 steps--then he went forward a step--click. Kevin repeated it, but this time Starry went back only 2 steps--then forward-click. He tried again, backwards one step--forward click. The last attempt, he only stepped backwards a half step before going forward.
We did have one perfect ride with Dante, Starry and Cole. It was a shorter ride, but it still counts. Starry led the whole way with no drama. The next day, he was back to his old tricks. Kevin wants instant results, and we have to be there to encourage him when things don’t go as well as he likes. There was a time when there was no chance that Starry would pass up Dante, and now he does it often, though he isn’t as consistent as we would like. We just don’t want Kevin to give up and lose his temper.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, and no horse is trained in a day, or week, month or even year.
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Teaching Old Horses New Tricks
As I mentioned last time, Ellen has been thinking of riding Ranger, again, because he has been doing so well. One of the obstacles in riding him is saddling. He is just horrible, and each year he gets worse and worse. We saddle in our stalls, because we feel it is easier. Since Starry became Ranger’s neighbor, he has gotten really bad.
He snipes, snarls and even kicks out--all aimed at Starry. It is now fun to saddle him, so if you aren’t going on much of a ride, anyway, it is just easier to lead him.
Let me backtrack, a little. In the last year or so, he has become difficult to halter, top. He would toss his head up, push at us and just be difficult. It isn’t that he didn’t want to he haltered--he was just excited about going out. It got very annoying. One day, Ellen got fed up. She took her clicker skills out and decided to try to improve him.
His halter is the kind that you buckle the strap that goes over his head. Ellen held the halter noseband in front of Ranger, and only clicked him when he put his nose in it. Everything else he did, she ignored. She also didn’t hook up the halter, either. He wasn’t getting any treats or going anywhere until he put his nose in the halter.
The next step was to not click him until he put his nose in and held his head still.
You may wonder how many lessons it took to change his habit. Much to our surprise, he was greatly improved on the second lesson--and was a new horse on the third.
That was a few months ago. Ellen decided that if she is going to ride him, she wanted him to saddle like a gentleman. Remember, this is a bad habit that has going on for years--and just has gotten worse. She did click him when he stood still in the past, but he never really improved; and like I said, he got worse with Starry.
This time, she decided to enlist my help. We would retrain him just like we did with the haltering. She planned to break it down into tiny bits. I was the clicker person--freeing her up to just do the saddling. She let me use my discretion on the clicking. I would only click when he stood still.
He was loose in the stall, and I stood in front of him on the other side of the stall guard. Ellen brought in the saddle and showed it to him. He started to snarl. She just stood there--until he did the same. Then, I clicked, of course. We practiced that a bit. The next step was lifting up the saddle as if she was going to saddle. By now, Ranger seemed to understand that this was a new game, and it didn’t take any time at all for him to just stand. The clicks kept coming.
She gently placed the saddle on his back--click. She took it off and repeated it several time. He got clicked for each.
She left it on his back--click. She walked to the other side, brought the girth up--click. She did that a few times--click--click.
She girthed him up--click.
And then she took it off and repeated the whole process,
Ranger loves treats.
The next day, we decided to do it, again. Ranger was perfect. Once again, just one lesson was all it took to make a difference. Why did we wait all these years to do this? We will keep practicing, and sometimes he will wear his saddle on his walks. Of course, we will fade off most of the clicks--and Ellen will be able to do them, herself.
So, we can teach an old horse a new trick with the help of clicker. Clicker training also proves, once again, that we don’t have to settle for a horse that misbehaves. Instead, we can gently change their behavior.
Ellen is happier--and so is Ranger. For all we know, he thought he was supposed to attack Starry when Ellen was saddling him. Now, he knows he is supposed to just stand still.
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Ranger is basically, retired. For a 27-year-old, he is doing well, except for his breathing. He has COPD, which is bad enough, but if he gets frightened of something, he has what can best be described as an asthma attack. His head goes high and he struggles to catch his breath.
Lately, we have been just leading him on the loop. Ellen did ride him a few times last spring, but since he doesn’t seem to want to trot, it is just easier for us to lead him. It’s good exercise for us, too.
Last year, we would walk him down to the river a lot. He had trouble going back up, and we had to stop a lot for him to catch his breath. This year, we have had so much rain that the mud at the very top of the hill has been horrendous. It was so bad, that Cole felt that no horse in his right mind would step through it, willingly. (It is funny how much trouble he will go through to try to keep his feet from going in the mud.) Because we didn’t want to take an out of shape horse through deep mud--and we didn’t want to walk in it, ourselves, we just stayed on the loop behind the barn.
We finally had a dry spell, and the mud improved enough to lead Ranger through it. We decided to see how he would do on the hill. This summer, he seemed to be breathing much better on his walks. Most days, Ellen hasn’t even had to give him antihistamines. That is in spite of the fact that his breathing is usually the worst in hot weather.
We led him down the hill with ease, turned around and made our way back up. It was with much disbelief that we observed--no loud wheezing. He was able to walk up the hill better than he did last summer.
The next day, we tried it again. I am so happy to say that the first day wasn’t an anomaly. Once again, Ranger walked up the hill without any breathing distress.
Well, we decided it is time to integrate the hill on his weekend workouts. It is more interesting than going 6 laps on the loop. We can do the hill and a few laps to bring his workout up to a half hour. He seems to like the variety--and we sure do. Plus, it is shady!
Ellen was thinking she might just dust off his saddle...
Monday, July 31, 2017
Dante’s “Problem” Revisited
Poor Dante. After having some bad experiences where he tried to do his business in the river and got frightened by the plops splashing him, he seemed to decide he just wasn’t going to do it on the trail.
On the shorter rides, he could hold it in and wait until he got home. We were able to avoid crossing the river where there was a ford, so that his nervousness, alone, didn’t make his digestive system start moving. Still, that wasn’t the answer. We wanted to go on longer rides, and when the river is low, it is safer to cross than the fords.
Someone suggested getting a large sponge which, when soaked, would make a perfect plop in the water. Ellen ordered one. We knew that we would have to practice it in the river to make it help us out, but to get used to it, a little, when Ellen would sponge him off after a hot ride, she would let it plop in the water bucket.
In the meantime, she decided to give him treats if he did his business on dry land. Since he had done it once, already, we hoped that we would be able to capture the behavior enough to teach him what we wanted.
After one ride that was on the longer side, Ellen tried talking him into it. We were on the last stretch of trail--the hill that led home. She told him she would get off, give him treats and grab pieces of grass for him while she led him up the hill. Talk about good timing--he did it! She kept her word and got off, gave him treats and fed him pieces of grass all the way up.
Then, there was a dry spell for a while. He went back to holding it until he got back to the barn. We went on a longer ride--with no results--so we passed up home and rode to the dead end trail, again. It worked! He got a peppermint. Peppermints are one of his favorite treats.
The next day, a miracle happened. He did it shortly after Ellen mounted him. He got his peppermint, and we were ecstatic. We went on a very happy ride. Ellen didn’t even worry when we crossed the rivers. And then, another miracle happened. He did it again, on the hill on the way home. Dante scored another peppermint.
We thought all was fine--that Dante found the key to getting peppermints. Then, the next day, nothing. He waited until he got back to the barn. No peppermints for Dante.
The following day, we went out for another ride in the park. On the way home, Ellen suspected he had to go, so we did a lot of walking. Nothing happened. We came up to the river. Though Ellen could have crossed on the ford, the water was lower than it has been all year. She felt that she just had to deal with it.
I crossed first and waited on the other side for them. They slowly walked down the river bank--which was a good sign. In the past, when he was worried, he was reluctant to go down the bank. They then slowly walked across the water. He seemed relaxed. Ellen just wanted to get him past the center point where the remainder of the crossing is sand with no rocks. If He decided to bolt through the water, he could do it safely.
Since he looked so relaxed, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a disturbance in the water by his hindlegs. Yes! Dante was doing his business--and he just stood quietly to do it. Ellen was so shocked, that she wasn’t able to give him a treat in time. He just started walking across. I may have imagined it, but he sure did seem to have a happy expression on his face when he got to the other side. Dante figured it out!
We have decided that Dante’s “problem” is now a ‘non-problem”
The next ride--he did it right after Ellen mounted, again...
The next ride--he did it right after Ellen mounted, again...
Monday, July 10, 2017
Dante’s “Problem” is Back
You may recall that last summer, Dante developed a “problem.” He randomly did his business in the river for the first time--and terrified himself. His typical prodigious amount caused a huge splash, and he bolted out of the water.
He managed to work it out by going on land, or on the islands that are part of a few of the river crossings.
This spring, Ellen and I simply forgot about it. He did his business wherever he felt like it, and we rode along in ignorant bliss. That is, until he inadvertently did it in the water, again. Ellen was unprepared, and he bolted out of the river.
This caused weeks of stress for Ellen. She worried on every river crossing. He went only 2 more times--only in the river. (Successfully, because Ellen got him to stop.) He used to go once or twice on a ride. Now he usually waited until he got back to his stall. Apparently, Dante was traumatized.
What saved him was he got into the habit of doing his business in his stall before the ride. That way, he could go about an hour and a half and hold it.
Then came the morning that he didn’t do it pre-ride. It wasn’t that long of a ride, but by we got to cross the first river on the way home, Ellen was suspicious. He refused to step into the water. He would try to spin and head up the bank. Ellen had me go first. He didn’t want to follow and still continued to try to spin. Finally, he succeeded in his spin and ran up the bank. He adamantly refused to step down. Ellen decided to take him across the ford. Kevin was with her on Starry, so they went together. I was already on the other side, waiting.
We now realized that the “problem” really was a problem. As we headed home, we talked it over. Since it was a lovely day and we had the time, we decided to pass up home and keep going at a walk--hoping he would do his business. Then, Ellen could click him, treat him and praise him like crazy.
It took a long time, but the plan worked. We were so happy. Hopefully, it made an impact in his brain.
The next day, we planned a ride up to the show ring. It is a longer ride and crosses the river at different spot. Once again, he didn’t do his business in his stall before the ride.
We had a lovely ride. The weather was comfortable and there were hardly any bugs to pester us.
On the way back, we arrived at the river. This is the crossing that last year, Dante figured out that he could walk over to the island off to the left, do his business and then cross. Ellen figured she would take him there, and hopefully he would remember. I crossed to get out of the way. Dante was happy to go down the bank and to the island. There, Ellen waited and waited…
On the other side, I saw a group of four dragonflies that I never saw before. I have developed a fascination for these amazing creatures over the last year or so. When I am out and see a new one, I memorize the markings and head home to check my dragonfly guide. It is often hard to see the marking when they are flying around. One of these guys landed on the ground, and I hopped off Cole to get a good look at him. He was small, with a blue head and a blue tip on his tail. His wings were clear. (Turns out he was a blue fronted dancer.)
I looked over to Ellen, and she was still on the island. She was getting frustrated and decided to try crossing. As she walked off the island, he spun and ran back up the river bank. I couldn’t see them, so I waited a few minutes and decided to ride back.
Cole didn't mind going back across, because he was going to help Ellen. I found her--stuck. Dante wouldn’t move. We discussed our options.
We can cross on the ford, but the traffic was ridiculous. There were so many cars and bikes--after all, it was a perfect day to be in the park--we really didn’t want to cross that way. Besides, it wouldn’t be helping with the problem. He would just hold everything in--and we still had to cross the river by the barn--where there was no ford that we ride over.
The other option was to cross the river. I asked her to see if he would walk towards the bank now that Cole was here. He took a step in the right direction. That was hopeful. Still, Ellen hesitated in making a decision. I asked her if she wanted to switch horses. This is a good crossing. The bottom of the river is sand--or slippery slate--and Kevin had cleared all the rocks away. If he bolted--he was just bolting. Still, I didn’t want to deal with it any more than Ellen. I was just less intimidated by it.
She said I could give it a try if I wanted. I was going to march him down the bank and go straight across. I braced myself to keep him off the island. I thought he might get stuck on it.
My bracing did no good. Dante is so strong. He bullied his way to the island and marched down it. It is just a narrow strip of shale that is about 15 feet long. He went to the end, I turned him around and started bringing him back. Before we got back--we had success! My first thought was, “ I sure did get out of this easy!” We were all happy.
He then willingly crossed the river. Ellen, unfortunately had a bit of trouble with Cole. For some reason that we haven't figured out, Cole gets stuck and backs up on her. He never does that for me. She worked him through that and then he tried spinning on the bank. That is a problem I have with him. He doesn’t like going down banks since the time when that mare freaked out on a bank right by him and terrified him.
Dante and I were on the other side. We got to watch Ellen ride Cole across the river; giving him a lecture. Well at least we got both horses on the right side of the river-finally.
Dante’s “problem” has become a problem. It wasn’t our imagination. He is definitely reluctant to do his business on the trail because he is afraid he will suddenly get splashed. Not only is he worried in the river, he doesn’t seem to understand that the way to avoid it isn’t to try to wait to get back to the barn, but to just do it on the trail.
This is the weirdest thing we have ever heard, and we aren’t really sure what to do. I will keep you updated.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
A Quiet Month
Yes, there really isn’t much to write about, this month. Shari is working different hours, so we haven’t ridden with Bella hardly at all. Not that Shari needs our help, anymore. Bella is doing awesome whether she is with us or by herself.
Starry--well, he is Starry. He is still having a little trouble passing other horses. Some days, he is great--and other days he is terrible. It frustrates Kevin so much! It all depends on who he is riding with. The biggest problem for Kevin is riding with Dante. Starry has a Quarter Horse friend, Archie, that he has been riding a lot with, and he does pretty good being a lead horse with him, but if Dante is around, it is a whole different story.
One day, he was riding with just me and Cole. We were heading home, and Starry refused to lead. I suggested turning him away from home and going down the trail a little ways, turning back and then asking Starry to pass Cole. After three attempts, it worked. We tried later on, and it worked in one attempt. Unfortunately, we haven’t had much opportunity to try that solution, since. We don’t think it will help much if we were riding away from home, though. Then, Starry would be punished by turning around and going towards home--and he may not think that is a punishment.
Cole has had some difficulty on solo rides. The source of the problem is simply that I don’t ride by myself much, anymore. I have managed it about once a week, this month. Cole always has a tendency to get excited and just want to run. We call them “Cole Bursts.” Usually, I can get him to stop in a few strides, but lately, on solo rides, he has been bolting and fighting me when I ask him to stop. The first ride, he did it just once, but it was a very short ride. I didn’t think much of it. The next ride, he bolted three times! That is when I knew I had a problem.
After that, when I rode by myself, I stayed aware of his excitement level. Whenever he seemed to get over enthusiastic about going fast, I either intermixed walk/trot transitions or simply walked until he settled down. Since then, he has improved. The last time I took him on a ride by himself, there were no “Cole Bursts” at all, and we did plenty of fast trotting and a little cantering.
Recently, I was on a ride with Ellen. We were planning to cross the second river and go further, but the water was on the high and muddy side. We would have had to ride across the ford. We didn’t really feel like dealing with traffic, that day, so Ellen suggested heading towards home, turning around and doing the last section of the trail, again.
It is a fine section of trail that we call “The Canter Stretch,” because we often canter there. We had just trotted it with Dante in the lead. That meant that it was a slower, controlled trot. Ellen said Dante was going to be very upset about doing the trail, again. We have done this in the past, and Dante seems to think it is a dumb idea. Not a surprise, since most horses would agree.
That is not the case with Cole, oddly, at all. I have done this many times--usually by myself--when I don’t feel like crossing the ford on my evening rides when there is so much more traffic. He seems to really, really enjoy it.
I suggested that we let Cole lead. I would just do a fast trot. Ellen could canter if she likes.
We turned. Dante made the turn very, very slow. Cole seemed eager. I asked her if she was ready, and she said she was. I then asked Cole to walk.
Cole was so happy that we were doing the trail again--I got a squeal and a “Cole Burst;” big time! He was off like a rocket. Cole is truly the fastest horse I have ever ridden. I know there are faster horses out there, but for a tiny horse, Cole can simply fly!
But that is not what I wanted! I struggled to slow him down. In my head, I wasn’t worried about myself. I was worried about Ellen. I pictured Dante, the horse that is afraid of any sudden movement made by another horse, spooking and running into the woods, spinning and running towards home, bucking and dashing off after Cole…
After about a two hundred feet, I got Cole to trot and shortly after that, he stopped. I looked back--and burst out laughing! It was the funniest thing I ever saw. Instead of any of my scenarios that were flashing through my head, there was Dante--frozen in place! He didn’t move a muscle. He thought it was a dumb idea, and didn’t want to go at all!
As I was laughing, Ellen got him to move, and we tried, again. This time, Cole trotted very, very fast and Dante cantered behind us. Once she asked him to canter, he decided it wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Happy Ending for MerryLegs
Remember the horse that was given to me about 2 years ago? He was a drop-dead gorgeous palomino Morgan that was green broke. After reviewing ground work with him, I tried to ride him and on the fifth ride, he went into a violent fit of bucking. Of course, I flew off. I tried it again--the same thing happened. I hired a trainer--and it happened to her, too. I ended up giving him to Windy Hills Farm. They train and sell horses. I was completely upfront with the situation. He was more than I could handle. If I could have stayed in the saddle, I could have worked it out, but I didn’t have the skills of a bronc rider. All I could see was me getting seriously hurt.
Windy Hill told me they would keep in touch, but I knew they wouldn’t. I was right. I could have contacted them to see how he was doing, but honestly, I was afraid I would hear bad news. I would rather not know than to know that he didn’t work out.
From time to time, we would see him in the background of their sales videos. One time, they posted a picture on Facebook that showed a young lady sitting on his back. It seemed like a good sign to me.
Still, I never contacted them. After seeing the photo, I assumed he was being ridden. Lately, there haven’t been any sightings of him in their videos.
One of our fellow boarders at our stables said she talked to the owner of Windy Hill, and she asked about the palomino Morgan. He knew who she was talking about right away. He said they had one really bad ride in the beginning, but after that, he was fine. He turned into a very good horse, and they sold him.
A happy ending. In my heart, I felt that if a trainer could stay in the saddle through all of his bucking, he would give up. He was a very lazy horse without much fight. I just couldn’t do it. We have to know our limitations. You can’t imagine how pleased I am that he worked out and has moved on to be a useful horse. Thank you Windy Hill/