Move the horse, don’t let the horse move me. With Fetti, this means committing to only forward motion at the walk instead of shifting sideways all the time. Also means actively riding every step of the circle so she can’t … Continue reading →
There is a travel post coming, but I’m troubleshooting image uploads – so til then, something with just text. On Saturday it was misting when I got to the barn. Polly got a brief turnout in the round pen (unenthusiastic) … Continue reading →
I’m going to keep this short and all in one. I knew that 2018 was going to bring some changes. I had put in notice at my job and was working part-time at the beginning of the year. Combine that … Continue reading →
Q3: Polly comes home! Reinforce proper leading: check! Negotiate turnout situation: mission accomplished, she can go out with either Fetti or the Gypsy pony or both. Cross river with me on foot: cake. Ponying around barn: check. Ponying into the … Continue reading →
Fly masks need to go on politely in the dark. It’s not clear yet if it’s the fly mask or the flashlight at her head that she objects to more; both need some practice before winter comes in. Pre-posting edit: … Continue reading →
Part of the idea of getting a young horse while I still have Fetti around is that Fetti can speak experienced horse to her and explain that life is not terrifying and we do weird things sometimes. Fetti is loud … Continue reading →
Polly was reported to be not-good at fly spray. “What the heck,” I figured, and held onto her as I coated her in fly spray. She danced around a bit, but she did not completely opt out. Similar reactions were … Continue reading →
I’ve always joked that Fetti is a My Little Pony. Slightly chunky, photogenic, ton of hair. Polly is the most photogenic horse I have met in a long time and makes poor Fetti look shabby – words I never thought … Continue reading →
Polly got a bit of a pass on Saturday as far as manners goes. Her brain and body were both a little overwhelmed by a five-hour trailer trip to a place significantly busier than her pasture. We walked, we looked, … Continue reading →
Hello, gorgeous. Offer accepted, photo sent by her owner. I have the best friends who were willing to drive up and pick her up with me. She was, it goes, originally owned by an Amish family out east. The husband … Continue reading →