Monday, May 4, 2020

The Perfect Horse, But How Did He Get This Way?

Cowboy is 25, my heart horse--and he's perfect.  When I ride him bareback, I climb up on the trailer's wheel well, precariously perched on its narrow shelf, holding onto a tie ring and a rein--he sees me, scoots over to the very edge, allows me to jump on, then moves out.  He will do that every time, even if he's prancing around nervously because his buddy is already moving out. Last week, we ran into a pissed off snake on a narrow trail. The front horse bolted. Cowboy stood his ground with me--scared to death--waiting to see what I wanted.

I could go on and on and on--but suffice to say, it's as if he reads my mind--and I his.

But it wasn't always this way.  It was there for the taking, but I somehow got in the way of it.

It began to change for us...

5 years ago, when I took Cowboy to his last ever, "Hell for Horses." 

(It's not really called that.  It's called a despooking clinic, but Cowboy hates them.) 

He was 20, and I'd been riding the trails with him for 14 years by then--my heart horse--and a pretty damn good boy.  Not perfect, like he is now, but pretty solid as trail horses go. 

I thought the clinic would be fun.

It wasn't.

"That horse is going to hurt you."

I'll never forget those words of the woman helping us at the clinic.  Cowboy lost his mind, pushed through me--he was pissed---probably for betraying him by taking him there when he was already such a solid boy.

Look at Cowboy's eye in this photo--like, what bullshit is this with the ball on my back?


And he proceeded to fight me on every ask--no matter how small. If I said go left, he went right. 


As bad as that day was, it was that clinic that woke me up. I would never again ask Cowboy to do something he didn't want to do.

I realize what I just said goes against EVERYTHING we've ever heard. But I thought, hey, he's 20 years old--he's a great horse on the trails--which is what a despooking clinic is for--and if he doesn't want to be tortured by chainsaws, faux water crossings, car washes--and whatever else humans can come up with to scare him--why am I making him suffer?

From there, it was a logical progression to other things--on the trail--Cowboy, you don't like this--how about this?  At home--Cowboy, you don't feel well enough for a ride today--stay home.  Every little thing between us became a conversation--but it came from a place of trust.  I trusted that his refusal was coming from a real place--not a place of disrespect and defiance.

When I started having those conversations with Cowboy and really listening to him--I started to get more yes answers. I started to get more yes answers before I even asked. In fact, that's when asking became just thinking it.


Old too soon, and wise too late.

Yes, and no.

I've had five years (and counting!) to explore what a relationship with a horse can be--at its best.  It would only be too late if I fail to learn from this and carry it into my next horse/human relationships.

What does it mean to really listen? How much of my agenda would I have to give up? How can listening to a horse's fear also work against the horse? How do I know the difference between giving in from weakness and giving from respect?

I think the answer to all the questions above-- "how do you know questions?" can only be gauged by the results.

Does the listening and giving from you to your horse yield more "yes" answers from your horse, in the long run--or more "no" answers?

If you find your horse saying, Yes, more often--you're on the right path with your listening and adjusting.

But if you find your horse doing what you ask, before you even ask it--you've transcended into something completely different--that special place where the two paths have become one.


9 comments:

  1. I've found that some horses will wait for you to ask them to do something where other horses will make their preferences known. In my experiences with horses I've found the key to working with them is to be fair and respectful of them and they will give you the same in return. Cowboy is a treasure.

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    1. Well, that is the other part of this—to get to the ultimate oneness, every horse and human are different. There are some similarities, but the very fine details of it will be unique. Leah loves obstacles and clinics with lots of other horses. Cowboy is an extreme omega and a bunch of horses and scary obstacles stresses him out. Tweed is super social, but needs more confidence.

      And whatever we do, the road is paved with mistakes, but horses are forgiving and willing to move forward. Cowboy is proof of that, too.

      Yes, respect is what it boils down to. Sensitivity and respect.

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  2. Excellent post! My journey with Gussie is following along these lines. She and I are getting more united because I started listening to her instead of trying to perfect her.

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    1. I can see that from your posts, and she has that certain shine to her when a horse feels confident. A transcendent beauty.

      This whole idea of listening, rather than perfecting—I don’t know what to even say about it—and there’s no easy road map—but it’s worth giving it everything you’ve got to get there—even if it sometimes seems counterintuitive.

      When I was a young, green rider with my first horse—I got there by bumbling my way to it. Later in life, I thought I’d learn as much as I can and be better. Now, I’m unlearning and going back to intuition and try. Funny how that works.

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    2. We have parallel journeys :0)

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  3. Yes yes YES! And when they anticipate and give something before you ask because of your connection with them... OMG, its the best!

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    1. ❤️ Spoken from a woman who knows that joy and its magic!

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  4. "To get to the ultimate oneness" is all I have ever wanted with horse relationships... Love that you have this with Cowboy!!

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    1. It is a worthy pursuit and available to anyone and any horse whether in saddle or from the ground. Although, I do think it has been helpful that Cowboy prefers humans to horses. It’s his weakness and his strength. His mama died when he was a month—so he was an orphan foal.

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