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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UEQXY8eCp7ImA9WhRaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285</id><updated>2012-02-19T12:13:20.870-06:00</updated><category term="treeless saddle" /><category term="bolt" /><category term="tying" /><category term="cut leg" /><category term="cruising" /><category term="follow the leader" /><category term="poll" /><category term="Jak" /><category term="rolling" /><category term="Outdoor Arena" /><category term="Dutch and Cathy" /><category term="leg-yield" /><category term="Susie" /><category term="Duke-Day" /><category term="Jesse" /><category term="test ride" /><category term="vet" /><category term="short serpentine" /><category term="spook" /><category term="trot" /><category term="ground-work" /><category term="follow the rail" /><category term="standing" /><category term="camera" /><category term="fog" /><category term="summer storm" /><category term="snaffle" /><category term="buck" /><category term="Whisper" /><category term="Cal" /><category term="halter" /><category term="Gay and Doc" /><category term="fall" /><category term="airlock" /><category term="jog" /><category term="tree pasture" /><category term="Brian on Steen" /><category term="outdoor bareback" /><category term="bareback lope" /><category term="windy" /><category term="water-crossing" /><category term="horse potraits" /><category term="Bear" /><category term="side-pass" /><category term="bath" /><category term="teeth" /><category term="ice storm" /><category term="strip" /><category term="apple" /><category term="feel" /><category term="collection" /><category term="winter" /><category term="weight-loss" /><category term="the routine" /><category term="graze" /><category term="Steen and Bear" /><category term="grain" /><category term="Lesson" /><category term="weight-gain" /><category term="rear" /><category term="trail-ride" /><category term="bear trap" /><category term="hackamore" /><category term="kettlebell" /><category term="trailer" /><category term="transitions" /><category term="prance" /><category term="gallop" /><category term="rain rot" /><category term="saddle" /><category term="bareback" /><category term="vs" /><category term="Rojo" /><category term="haunches-in" /><category term="mecate" /><category term="flexing" /><category term="Not-Highly-Exciting Video" /><category term="Jean and Schooley" /><category term="figure-eights" /><category term="dog" /><category term="rope-halter" /><category term="Sham" /><category term="crow-hop" /><category term="fast trot" /><category term="second strip" /><category term="jump" /><category term="Brian" /><category term="wug" /><category term="bosal" /><category term="indoor ride" /><category term="bending" /><category term="running away" /><category term="lope" /><category term="snow" /><category term="fitness" /><category term="Meryl" /><category term="backing" /><title>On the Trail to Somewhere</title><subtitle type="html">After selling my first horse in high-school and then riding horses that belong to other people for 10 years, I finally got my own again.  In this blog, I'll track our progress as Steen and I figure things out.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>353</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/OnTheTrailToSomewhere" /><feedburner:info uri="onthetrailtosomewhere" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><logo>http://brownwingstudio.com/steenIcon.ico</logo><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGR3Y9eip7ImA9WhRaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-8668660768542806190</id><published>2012-02-18T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T20:22:06.862-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-18T20:22:06.862-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strip" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leg-yield" /><title>A Mellow Ride in the Sun</title><content type="html">It's been a sort of harrowing few weeks for me. It's not that anything bad has happened. It's just been busy. I should be (and am) grateful that my little business is booming to the point that it is keeping me really, really busy. I am glad we are close enough to our nephew that a trip out to his first birthday party is possible.&amp;nbsp;And of all the dogs you could conceive of finding yourself randomly living with, the one that landed on our doorstep is pretty exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;
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But still, having a dog in the house is a lot to adjust to, particularly since I'm here trying to work all day and we don't have a dog-proof yard. Factor in the fact that the dog is one of the most highly intelligent, energetic breeds out there, add a little sleep deprivation to the mix, and it's been a bit overwhelming. Today I was feeling more than a little in need of a break. We left Elsa at home and headed to the barn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Steen has developed quite the habit of coming to meet me the last several weeks. It really does warm the heart to see him. He catches a glimpse of me, stares for a minute, then makes a b-line for the gate. He's left the bale, tromped through mud, and moved other herd-members out of his way to reach me. Today I was even happier to see him than usual. I feel like the dog has been occupying roughly 70% of my conscious thought processes since we found her. One my favorite things about horses has always been that they give you a mental break from whatever part of your life is stressing you out.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had a very quiet ride. The sun was out and it was warmish, so we went to the strip. I must admit we spent a lot of time sitting our horses and chatting. Steen was super quiet and attentive. Sometimes I swear they know when you're utterly worn out and give you a pass for the day. He was really almost perfect. I didn't push him at all and he didn't push me at all. We did a lot of mellow work at the walk and trot and I got some beautiful leg yields and transitions out of him. Brian and I worked a bit on a mirroring exercise we learned at the clinic. Then I asked for a little lope but the footing was mushy and Steen slipped a couple of times. After that he was doing this weird hoppy gait, I think because he was worried about the mushy grass. I was afraid he'd pulled a muscle or something so after we wrapped things up and went indoors I loped him inside. We did a few laps in each direction with a simple lead change in the middle and he was great. Actually I had some of the best loping transitions I've had on him. So it was a really nice day at the barn.&lt;br /&gt;
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We're still on the fence as far as Elsa is concerned. She is really a sweet-heart, and so well behaved I can't believe whoever taught her her basic manners isn't scouring the countryside looking for her. But I'm just not convinced I want a dog. Even a good one. We're giving it a few more days before we decide.&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 9:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-8668660768542806190?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/HeHKqJ9AHTo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8668660768542806190/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=8668660768542806190&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/8668660768542806190?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/8668660768542806190?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/HeHKqJ9AHTo/mellow-ride-in-sun.html" title="A Mellow Ride in the Sun" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlKYsYbq_ng/T0BSnaS_F5I/AAAAAAAAClI/A8YhMqYBB7c/s72-c/sprawled.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/02/mellow-ride-in-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8CR30-fip7ImA9WhRaFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-5444809734383262750</id><published>2012-02-17T12:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T12:54:26.356-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-17T12:54:26.356-06:00</app:edited><title>This counts as work, right?</title><content type="html">I saw a bunch of these on Facebook and couldn't resist making my own:&lt;br /&gt;
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On a side note, the "mom" here is meant as the royal mom. (Like the royal we.) My real mom and mother-in-law both pretty much knows what horses are all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-5444809734383262750?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/KEJKQtdFwGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5444809734383262750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=5444809734383262750&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/5444809734383262750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/5444809734383262750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/KEJKQtdFwGo/this-counts-as-work-right.html" title="This counts as work, right?" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wsjFb35DV8/Tz6h3QYztpI/AAAAAAAAClA/vAaLrP_bVlU/s72-c/horse-owner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-counts-as-work-right.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGRn0_eCp7ImA9WhRaFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-581409235720833594</id><published>2012-02-17T08:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:50:27.340-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-18T09:50:27.340-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><title>What I got for Valentine's Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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The flowers are from Brian. The dog is a bit of a mystery. She appears to be a Border Collie, probably about a year old. I saw her through my office window slinking around our yard. Then she proceeded to head out front into the street, where she was weaving among the parked cars and looking very lost. I saw she had a collar on, so I went to the porch door and called her. She came running and I let her onto the porch. I inspected the collar. No tags. So I called animal control and no one had filed a missing dog report. They asked if I would mind holding onto her for a few days and giving the owner a chance to show up. I said ok...&lt;br /&gt;
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That was Tuesday. It is now Friday. I had her scanned for a chip. Nothing. No one has called looking for her. She is sweet and mild-mannered and smart and sensitive. We are trying to decide whether or not to keep her. If we do, we have tentatively decided to call her Elsa.&lt;br /&gt;
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We took her to the barn on Wednesday. We were hoping she and the barn dog, Chase, who is a Blue Heeler/Kelpie cross, would get on fabulously and romp and play a little. Except Elsa does not appear to know how to play. She gives you the most dismissive look if you do something like throw a stick or a ball or wiggle a dog toy at her. At the barn, first she was obsessed with trying to herd the barn's Papillion, Amber. That was traumatic for everyone involved, so we confined Amber to the stall barn. Then Elsa switched her obsession to one of the newly installed barn cats. She would hardly give Chase the time of day. Finally we just tied her up on a longe line, and once we started riding she just watched us the whole time. She barked at us when we loped, which is definitely not ideal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fortunately the horses were totally unruffled by all the excitement. I had some trouble detaching my mind from dog concerns and focusing on Steen, but once we got going things were petty good. It had been 12 days since my last ride, so I was just looking for an easy spin. We did all our basic stuff and then Brian and I tried a new loping exercise. Basically we try to stay a half arena length apart and lope one lap, walk a lap, lope a lap, walk a lap, etc.. This worked really well. I need to work on three major things at the lope. First, picking it up without several steps of fast-trot. Second, keeping Steen relaxed and attentive while running. Third, achieving a quick stop from a lope. So this exercise worked on all three of these things without throwing too much excitement into the mix. I think it worked really well. We loped about five laps in each direction. Steen was tired, but honestly I think it was as much from the mental challenge as the physical.&lt;br /&gt;
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We'll probably spend a lot more time at the barn with the dog this weekend. Brian and I feel like we should at least keep her for a week in order to give the "having a dog" idea a fair chance. The biggest deciding factor may be how well she adjusts to the horses. I do like dogs, but horses are far more important to me and always will be. Still, Brian and I have been having the "what if we got a dog?" talk somewhat regularly lately. And truthfully, Elsa is really close to the exact dog we'd get if we were choosing.&lt;br /&gt;
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But a dog is an expense and a responsibility. We won't be able to come and go with the same freedom if we keep her. Our house, yard and neighborhood and not ideal for a dog-ownership perspective, but they could be worse. So we are both pretty torn on what to do. So far she is proving to be highly trainable and already inclined to bond with us. I'd feel bad handing her over to someone else at this point. But I also only want to keep her if we come to believe it really is the best thing for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 8:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-581409235720833594?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/WcMHKYdfXtQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/581409235720833594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=581409235720833594&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/581409235720833594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/581409235720833594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/WcMHKYdfXtQ/what-i-got-for-valentines-day.html" title="What I got for Valentine's Day" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mc6c-SK9Sj0/Tz5jb3AunTI/AAAAAAAACk4/bmhLPQqp-5Q/s72-c/vday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-i-got-for-valentines-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHQXc6cCp7ImA9WhRaEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-3504584601766676141</id><published>2012-02-13T08:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:35:30.918-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T08:35:30.918-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Duke-Day" /><title>Exhausted</title><content type="html">Life has been busy lately, and as a result I have not seen much of my horse. I haven't ridden since my last post. We were out of town Friday afternoon and Saturday. On Sunday we drove straight from Chicago to the barn to hold our horses for the farrier. We could have ridden after the trim, but we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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We did turn the horses out in the arena before it was their turn to get attention from Duke. There were a few other horses turned out as well, and they were all romping and playing like colts. Steen always gets a tad confused when there is chasing and herd dynamics going on in his general vicinity, as he's a bit out of the loop socially. Yesterday his solution to not knowing exactly what was going on was to rear. He got in several huge rears. One of them he stood up higher on his haunches than I would have thought physically possible for him AND extended his front hoof up and past his head. It was hilarious. I thought he was going to fall over.&lt;br /&gt;
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This week the weather looks like it's going to be bad, but work shows no signs of letting up either so at least I won't have to be chained to a computer and thinking about all the wonderful saddle time I'm missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-3504584601766676141?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/3ayCVf6H9I0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3504584601766676141/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=3504584601766676141&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3504584601766676141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3504584601766676141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/3ayCVf6H9I0/exhausted.html" title="Exhausted" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/02/exhausted.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QBQng8cSp7ImA9WhRaFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-2427629823954994912</id><published>2012-02-05T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:35:53.679-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-18T09:35:53.679-06:00</app:edited><title>Outside!</title><content type="html">There was a new chiropractor at the barn today, and her treatment involves working with the horse and rider under saddle. We did not feel we needed to get any horses adjusted, but we hung around and watched for a while, then rode.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since the indoor arena was in use, we went outside. The footing was not ideal. We rode on the strip, and things were mushy. It was our first ride outside in months, so I was curious to see how Steen behaved. All in all, I think he did about as well as I could reasonably expect. When we were in or "comfort zone" he was great. He was attentive and it was nice to feel the extra energy. Between the deep sand in the indoor and the contained nature of that environment, he does tend to get sluggish inside. Outside he had a bit more verve, which translated into him putting more effort into some of our exercises.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, pushing past the comfort zone did cause some back-sliding. It was nothing bad, just a tendency to focus on wanting to head back to the barn. So I spent a lot of time working on fairly demanding trotting exercises outside of the little bubble on the strip he seems to consider "safe" just to try to engage his mind to the point that he would stop thinking about the barn. This was challenging. I was trying to ride really well and use my seat and my legs to stay in touch with him. It is so easy for me to revert to using my hands when he starts to lose focus, and when I do that he has less to listen to and immediately gets more nervous. We did get some good work in. I got the soft feel at the trot a lot, and did achieve some figure-eights that were consistent both in speed and shape. He was also stopping and standing quite well all day.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the ride we met up with Brian and Bear and the four of us walked all the way down to the end of the strip and back up. I had been feeling a bit disappointed that Steen had not behaved a bit better overall, but I was actually pleasantly surprised by these last few minutes. Steen walked the whole way down and back with his head down, clearly very relaxed. We walked all the way back up to the barn without one attempt to pick up the trot. He wasn't even doing his power walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, in retrospect I feel better about the ride than I did when it was going on. I can't reasonably expect him to go outside and not worry about anything after so much time in the indoor this winter. I do hope to really work on his ability to ride out without anxiety this summer though.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ride Time: 1:00&lt;br /&gt;
Horseback hours YTD: 7:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-2427629823954994912?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/WUMPUqtsXWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2427629823954994912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=2427629823954994912&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2427629823954994912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2427629823954994912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/WUMPUqtsXWE/outside.html" title="Outside!" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/02/outside.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HQnkyeyp7ImA9WhRbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-3579292819573152371</id><published>2012-02-04T17:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:08:53.793-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T08:08:53.793-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the routine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snaffle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leg-yield" /><title>More Leg Yields</title><content type="html">Since last fall I've been working a lot on teaching Steen to break at the poll and give me the soft feel at all gaits, and I've also been holding pressure on the bit to keep him collected for a few strides at a time. But where I'm really starting to feel him move in a way I've never felt before is working on leg-yields at the trot. I'd worked on this before with Steen, but never really saw the point because I was doing it wrong. Now I'm having a lot of&amp;nbsp;fun with it, particularly since Steen has started to soften up and enjoy the challenge of what I'm asking him to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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We're still not really all that great at it, and today's ride was all around a bit worse than yesterday's. Steen wasn't bad, we just weren't nailing things quite the same way. In the photo above, he's giving me a decent leg-yield. His front feet are crossing, his head is tipped away from the direction he's moving. He's soft and collected. But we were doing a much better job yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing he was still doing really well today was stopping. I am actually daring to hope our stopping woes are permanently behind us (but with Steen, you never know).&lt;br /&gt;
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Brian has ridden Bear in the hackamore the last two days, and it has been interesting to see what is translating well and what's not. We loped around together a little today, and worked on "the routine," and Bear was a bit more inclined to express his opinions than he has been lately. We had some good moments though, and got an hour of riding in.&lt;br /&gt;
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During our ride it was snowing outside. I always feel a bit bad putting the horses out in nasty weather, but they never seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ride Time: 1:05&lt;br /&gt;
Horseback hours YTD: 6:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-3579292819573152371?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/5kjqDs_eDRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3579292819573152371/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=3579292819573152371&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3579292819573152371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3579292819573152371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/5kjqDs_eDRw/more-leg-yields.html" title="More Leg Yields" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrIdZ6gqYuw/Ty24ARKi5xI/AAAAAAAACkg/UVvufv6IOF8/s72-c/2012-02-04-leg-yield.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-leg-yields.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAMSH04cCp7ImA9WhRbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-8451886598386033763</id><published>2012-02-03T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:16:29.338-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T16:16:29.338-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="standing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snaffle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="backing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leg-yield" /><title>Finding the Haunch</title><content type="html">I've ridden three times since my last post, and each ride has been a bit better than the one before. I've been thinking a lot about precision, and keeping Steen in that delicate place where he is relaxed but still energetic. I've also continued to try to emphasize exercises that force Steen to engage his haunches, and I think these are really starting to pay off. Today we had a fabulous ride. It's the kind of ride I didn't even know was possible a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we were riding on Tuesday, Bear got big compliments from another boarder when Brian realized just before mounting that he'd forgotten his spurs. So he left Bear in the arena while he went back for them. I was already riding, and Bear stood quietly without budging an inch until Brian got back. The boarder who saw this was impressed, which got Brian and I speculating whether or not Steen would do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we decided to video our ride, and after we did groundwork I went back to restart the camera. I thought it would be a good test to see if Steen would stay put if I left him there.&lt;br /&gt;
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He tried to follow me three times, but I gently put him back was and walked off again. The fourth time, he stayed.&lt;br /&gt;
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And by the time I got back to him he was just standing there dozing as if he was hobbled. He'd entered this super relaxed mind-set that carried into the ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other thing I've been working on a lot is moving through the soft feel into genuine collection. We do this on the ground as well as under saddle.&lt;br /&gt;
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And he's been decent about it for a while. Today, though, we reached a new level of responsiveness. I particularly noticed it working on leg-yielding. He was willing to collected off of the lightest pressure on the bit, and when I put my leg on him he'd stretch out and reach across, floating sideways across the arena. I even had him doing zig-zags. I actually think he likes this exercise. He seems to enjoy the challenge, now that he's understanding what I want.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as wonderful as the leg yields were, perhaps more exciting today was how he was stopping. For the first time ever we nailed a stop from the trot. He's still stopping more on his front end than I would like, but he's doing it much faster than he used to, and rolling back on his haunches immediately after the stop. Oh and his backing was awesome too. He's finally reaching and taking nice, long, relaxed backwards steps.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing that was sort of step down today was the lope. I think he just had a lot of energy from getting two days off, and our arena is small for a horse his size that's going fast. I also asked for the soft feel at the lope for the first time today, so that might have been contributing to his confusion a little. But after our mediocre lope he went right back to being awesome about everything else, so I'm not going to hold it against him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Monday Ride Time: 0:55&lt;br /&gt;
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These last few rides I have been trying to push Steen more, but the major thing I have to be careful of is that I don't start rushing. Fantastic trainers can go fast because they are precise. Their horses are rarely confused because the rider always knows exactly what he wants and how to ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know most of my communication errors with Steen are my fault. Some of the time I'm asking him for things I've never actually felt a horse do before, which means I am sort of guessing. When I try to go fast, I get muddled, and when I get muddled, Steen gets upset. So today I was really thinking about pushing Steen, but doing so in a slow, precise manner.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it worked. The last two rides have been good, but we were back to a new level of softness today. I rode in the snaffle and he was softening to the bit at the walk and trot and happily holding collection for a few steps. I worked more on moving his forehand around, and I can see he is starting to understand this exercise. When he wouldn't get it right I would not give him a release, just keep asking gently. He almost always got it right the second time.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went from there into my figure-eight exercise that includes a trot-walk transition, a stop, backing, then jumping straight into the trot from the back. That went well, except I have to be careful not to lose the soft feel during the back as Steen has developed a slight tendency to anticipate the jump into the trot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we worked on leg yields, which went really well. We're having a lot more success when moving to the right, but were getting multiple steps with collection and reaching across in both directions today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, we did more loping, and again Brian and Bear loped at the same time we did. Other than one moment at the beginning when Steen got away with a veer towards Bear, he was responsive and attentive in both directions. Best of all, he was great to the right. He wasn't leaning on me at all, so I think our little battle of wills last time worked out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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We rode for 45 minutes, and everything about today's ride was a little better than our last one. In some ways that doesn't seem like such a big deal, but if I could say that about every ride Steen would be a wonder horse in no time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 2:50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-753252651097218442?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/bNOKJYFdxfM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/753252651097218442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=753252651097218442&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/753252651097218442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/753252651097218442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/bNOKJYFdxfM/quality-over-speed.html" title="Quality over Speed" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5H_F6WuLAo/TyWbWaGPvwI/AAAAAAAACkI/Y8jNWX72fx8/s72-c/2012-01-29-steen-nose.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/quality-over-speed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFR3Y8eyp7ImA9WhRUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-6349714103879105892</id><published>2012-01-27T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:11:56.873-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T16:11:56.873-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fitness" /><title>Early 2012 Fitness</title><content type="html">I'm not the New Year's resolutions type. Not because I don't think I need to change anything about my life, but because I have never once had any success with the idea. In my experience all major changes much come about slowly. One tiny, itty bitty step in the right direction followed by many more tiny, itty bitty steps equals change. So for me, while it would be great if I could say to myself, "I'm going to get super fit this year," it is too much. A year is too long. The goal too abstract. I find it much more effective to break things into smaller pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
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But for the moment I do have a fitness goal, and I am hoping it is something I can achieve within four to six weeks. The goal is both simple and huge.&amp;nbsp;I want to be able to do a pull-up.&lt;br /&gt;
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In many programs that work towards a combination if all-around fitness, strength, and health, the pull-up is the barometer. If you are physically capable of pulling your own body weight up to a bar, that means you are not over-weight and you have a good amount of lean muscle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Currently, I can do what I call a 3/4 chin-up, meaning I can pull myself up to a bar when I start with my elbows open at about a 135° angle and my palms facing my body.&lt;br /&gt;
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A real pull-up is when you start with your arms straight and your palms facing away from your body. This is much, much more difficult, both because the lower part of the pull is harder and the rotation of the hands engages a different set of muscles. The chin-up is a useful stepping stone to get to the pull-up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started using the pull-up bar as part of my workout rotation about 7 months ago, and at that point I could only manage a 10-second flexed-arm hang. So I've already seen a lot of improvement.&amp;nbsp;To build myself from where I am now to where I want to be, I'm going to mostly be doing negatives, which means pulling myself up to the bar from about half way and then lowering myself the whole way down in a slow, controlled manner. That's pretty hard for me at this point, but five days into my pull-up program it's already getting easier.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here I am (our pull-up bar is in a closet), lowering myself down:&lt;br /&gt;
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As I'm currently at a healthy weight and fairly strong, I think a pull-up is totally achievable. I just don't know how long it will take. So I'm going to work at it every day until I get one, then keep at it until I can get a handful of good ones in a row. Then I'll find some other short-term fitness goal to focus on for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-6349714103879105892?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/mYOpzABOYt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6349714103879105892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=6349714103879105892&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/6349714103879105892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/6349714103879105892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/mYOpzABOYt0/early-2012-fitness.html" title="Early 2012 Fitness" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGnbXbgW4h4/TyQosNE1miI/AAAAAAAACkA/bam0TdDGtII/s72-c/2012-01-28-robin-lowering.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/early-2012-fitness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GRHw4eyp7ImA9WhRbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-8132997267345550066</id><published>2012-01-26T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:18:45.233-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T16:18:45.233-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rope-halter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snaffle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leg-yield" /><title>Half Thawed</title><content type="html">The pasture is in a bit of a state right now:&lt;br /&gt;
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So I always feel like it is a good thing to get the horses inside, get their hooves dried out and get them moving a little. Steen has lost some fitness in his three weeks of&amp;nbsp;convalescence. Today my plan was to trot a lot. Instead I ended up loping a lot. But I'm getting ahead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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My work on moving the front end over seems to have already helped. A month or two ago I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hackamore-Reinsman-Ed-Connell/dp/0964838508" target="_blank"&gt;Hackamore Reinsman&lt;/a&gt; by Ed Connel, and he talked about how different horses are inclined to use their bodies differently from birth. He said most horses do most things decently well, but&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;you'll see the horse that will pull out a sliding stop while romping in the pasture, and you know that horse would make a good cow-horse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there is the other kind of horse -- the kind he described as reluctant to engage the haunches in any circumstances. Much to my chagrin, his description of how this horse moves and behaves when at liberty lined up with Steen perfectly. He says this kind of horse needs a lot of remedial work to learn to roll his weight back. This is one of the reasons I've been trying to work on moving Steen's front end over. It should force him to start to use his haunches.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I actually felt what this exercise is meant to be like. It didn't happen every time, but once or twice instead of taking one plodding step across after another, Steen actually rolled his weight back and took multiple steps across, planting one hind foot and scooting the other around. It was both interesting and encouraging to feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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I rode in the snaffle again, and worked more on both haunches-in and leg-yields. Yesterday I think I got a bit over-zealous with the leg-yields. I was trying to make him go down the entire diagonal of the arena. Today I realized that was too much to ask, and switched my technique. When he collected and gave me two or three steps in a row, I released and gave him a break for the rest of that lap, and picked up the exercise again only when we turned the corner and were going in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I decided to lope for a while. That went quite well going to the left, but to the right he was doing the thing where he digs into the turns and just barrels along on what feels like two legs. When I tried to push him out with the inside rein and leg, he just leaned on me and barreled faster. So then we loped for a long time -- until he could see the wisdom in listening to my suggestion not to lean against pressure, but to give to it. It was only probably only about five minutes of solid loping, but it felt like a long time to both of us. Eventually he did stop barreling and started listening. After I got two good turns I let him stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all it was a pretty awesome ride. Steen was much softer today all around, and I was riding better. Feeling him collect and half-pass under me is pretty awesome, as is the feeling of loft I got when he started to use his haunches moving his front end around his hind. I feel like each ride lately I am getting more of these glimmers of a higher level of horsemanship. I am pretty excited to see what this year of riding brings.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ride Time: 0:50&lt;br /&gt;
Horseback hours YTD: 2:05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-8132997267345550066?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/Kqjy5VXlVek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8132997267345550066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=8132997267345550066&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/8132997267345550066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/8132997267345550066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/Kqjy5VXlVek/half-thawed.html" title="Half Thawed" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXOFdb31l9Q/TyH1CLWXFHI/AAAAAAAACjc/L-0gh1E9rjU/s72-c/2012-01-26-steen-in-pasture.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/half-thawed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DRH85eSp7ImA9WhRbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-7406121964220578402</id><published>2012-01-25T19:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:19:35.121-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T16:19:35.121-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haunches-in" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snaffle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cut leg" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leg-yield" /><title>Mostly Healed</title><content type="html">Well, January has not been a great month for riding. Work has been busy, Steen has been healing, and the weather has been uninviting. So the horses have been getting some time off. Beyond making sure Steen's leg wasn't getting any worse (mostly thanks to Brian looking in on it for me), I've not had anything to do with the horses in days.&lt;br /&gt;
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But today I was more than ready to get back out there. Brian and I decided we would go after work, no matter what, and I spent the whole day looking forward to it. After we got to the barn and brought the horses in, we turned them out for a few minutes inside. The pasture is icy, and sometimes when their movement is more confined outside they get a kick out of tearing it up in the indoor. Mostly this time they just wanted to roll. &lt;br /&gt;
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I checked on Steen's leg. It is still a pretty deep, thick scab, but it hasn't been swollen or tender in a long time, so I think it's safe to ride on.&lt;br /&gt;
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We saddled up and climbed aboard. I rode in the snaffle, mainly because there are a few things I sort of skipped over when I moved up to the hackamore, and I want to go back and work on them properly so I don't leave behind any holes. Plus with all the time off I figured our feel would be rusty. It was. Steen was quiet and relaxed and attentive but was slow to give me any softness at the walk or the trot.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing I've been thinking about in my time off is how demanding most successful trainers are when you see them working with horses. I have a tendency to ask Steen for one tiny little thing and then fuss over him like crazy when he does it right. While I do believe in positive reinforcement, ultimately I think too much praise does more harm than good. So this ride I started thinking about pushing Steen a little more. I've been asking him to move his front end over under saddle for months, and he's ok at it. Since he's not super consistent about it though, I don't push him when we're working on it. But today I decided to ask for one step, and when I got one ask for two, then three. Of course I didn't to want over-do it. After a few minutes working on any given thing I made sure to take a break and move on to something else after a particularly good attempt, then come back to that thing later.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it worked really well. Steen seemed more engaged late in the ride than he often does. I returned to moving the front-end over a lot during the ride, and each time he got a little better about it. I also worked just a tad on haunches-in and leg yields, both of which I've done a bit before but never consistently. The horse needs to hold collection throughout the exercise for both of them, so it is a new level of challenge for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also loped around some. At one point after I started loping, Brian and Bear loped with us. That was fun, and something we'd never done together in the indoor before.&lt;br /&gt;
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By 40 minutes into the ride, instead of starting to get sluggish and bored as he often does as the ride draws to a close, Steen was as attentive as at the beginning. So that's a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mostly, though, it was just pretty fantastic to be back on my horse!&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 1:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-7406121964220578402?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/1cTgviRN3hg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7406121964220578402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=7406121964220578402&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/7406121964220578402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/7406121964220578402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/1cTgviRN3hg/mostly-healed.html" title="Mostly Healed" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVIT3iFGo74/TyH1D9TvMiI/AAAAAAAACjk/djDKMxRASnw/s72-c/2012-01-26-duo-roll.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/mostly-healed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ESXc_eCp7ImA9WhRUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-2715240354461023034</id><published>2012-01-19T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:10:08.940-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T19:10:08.940-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kettlebell" /><title>Kettlebell Recap</title><content type="html">Since my declaration a while ago to use this blog to talk about fitness as well as horses, I haven't done the greatest job keeping up. But 2011 was pretty big year for me as far as strength goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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After my stint doing &lt;a href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/07/swung.html" target="_blank"&gt;100 swings for 30 days&lt;/a&gt;, I tried to up that to 200 a day. But it was too much for my temperamental right side. I started experiencing the tightness and pain in the knee that seems to occur when I either a) work out too hard or b) don't work out enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a period of being rather inconsistent with the kettlebell, and started seeing what I'd gained from the swinging evaporate. So with the help of my husband, I made a plan. I chose six exercises and assigned them each a number. Every day I rolled a die and exercised accordingly. My numbers were:&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a good set of exercises because rotating between all of them works the whole body in a balanced way. My rules were if I rolled the same number two days in a row, I could either pick my own exercise or take the day off. I kept track of what I did each day and my only goal for any given workout was to do a bit more than I did the time before.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to say, this was really fun and I kept it up for a number of months. The randomness caused by the die kept me from getting bored, and I began to see results fast. Before long I was pressing the 26lb bell, swinging the 53lb, managing to actually do a real chin-up instead of jumping up to the bar and lowering myself down, and dead-lifting over 100lbs with Brian's barbell. Goblet squats were a new move for me, but I was pleased at how they toned my arms and my legs. It did take me a long time to get the motion down without irritating any joints though, so I've been sticking with the 26lb or 35lb bell for that one.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eventually, the one exercise a day thing started to feel limiting. I started adding swings before and after everything else I did, and for some reason the get-up started bothering my hip so I struck that from the list. The last few weeks I've abandoned the die and have been picking my workouts at random. I've been doing a combo swing/goblet squat workout that is really tiring but good for a little cardio. But I've decided I need to come up with another, more focused strategy pretty soon if I'm going to keep making progress.&lt;/div&gt;
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All in all though, I'm pretty pleased with where I am at right now. I've certainly never been this strong in my life, and it is simply a benefit in more areas of my life than I ever thought it would be. I don't look buff, but I've been in a number of situations lately that have clearly illustrated I'm stronger than a lot of guys. That's kinda cool. My weight hasn't gone up or down in a few months, but my clothes are still getting looser. So, that's awesome and I'm curious to see where 2012 takes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-2715240354461023034?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/1AKZyNUKqi0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2715240354461023034/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=2715240354461023034&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2715240354461023034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2715240354461023034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/1AKZyNUKqi0/kettlebell-recap.html" title="Kettlebell Recap" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/kettlebell-recap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEDSHk8eyp7ImA9WhRUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-2973503554356241438</id><published>2012-01-16T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:17:59.773-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T13:17:59.773-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><title>Borrowing My Husband's Horse</title><content type="html">We went again to the barn on Saturday. Steen's cut looked good, but the swelling above the ankle was back just a tad. Not enough to be alarming, but enough to convince me not to ride him. I brought him in and groomed him and gave him a snack, then put him back outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was doing this, Brian was riding Bear. When I got back from letting Steen loose, he offered me a ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really haven't ridden Bear very much, and when I have it has usually been because we're trying to determine if some odd behavior is due to discomfort or just butt-headedness. In the last few months, though, Bear's butt-head moments are down considerably. He's behaved like a gentleman for a couple of unfamiliar riders, and I can't actually remember the last time Brian needed help handling him. Brian's also been doing a lot of work on getting him softer and more responsive to light cues, and while I can see Bear's progress I hadn't actually felt it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Brian rode for about half an hour and then we switched places. Brian had already done a fair bit of loping and trotting and I was physically quite tired from a long cross-country ski that morning, so I wasn't inclined to push things. Bear was also not super excited to learn his ride was not over. He didn't want to go at first and I had to administer some kicks, but once he got moving he went very nicely. Until I asked for the trot, which he didn't want to give me at all. After a couple kicks I just gave up and gave him a pop on the butt with the end of the mecate.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that he stopped being so grouchy about going and treated me to a pretty great ride. He is both more fit and more attentive than when I last rode him. When I asked him for a lope he picked it right up and moved out smoothly. His lope is a lot more compact and controlled than Steen's, and it was interesting to feel the difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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At any rate, it was a very fun little ride and it was good to spend some time on a horse. So far my year is off to a definitively pathetic start as far as riding goes. But oh well. We got a lot of bonus hours in December so I suppose I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 0:35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-2973503554356241438?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/H455w4wfp10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2973503554356241438/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=2973503554356241438&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2973503554356241438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2973503554356241438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/H455w4wfp10/borrowing-my-husbands-horse.html" title="Borrowing My Husband's Horse" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLoWZWDYEWw/TxhsVtNlAgI/AAAAAAAACjQ/6h2HP8-wfmk/s72-c/2012-01-19-robin-loping-bear.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/borrowing-my-husbands-horse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGRHc-eSp7ImA9WhRVFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-8079814824266833891</id><published>2012-01-13T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:22:05.951-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T21:22:05.951-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight-loss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cut leg" /><title>Stall Time</title><content type="html">We swung by the barn on our way out of town on Sunday to take Jesse and Susie back to Chicago. I checked on Steen's leg. The cut looked about the same. The swelling was no worse. So I put more neosporin and wound powder on and felt pretty unconcerned about it. But then we went out again on Tuesday and it still looked no better. The leg also felt hot to the touch, which didn't make me happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took Steen to the wash rack and although he gave me a definite "you've got to be kidding me" look, he did not move when I started to spray cold water on his leg. Luckily it was in the 50's, and he was probably overheated in his blanket anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hosed off the leg and probed around at it a bit more. In digging I discovered the wound actually went a lot deeper than I'd thought. There is a puncture that basically goes straight up his leg under the skin, but the angle was so odd and it was under so much hair and skin, it was extremely difficult to see. Even once I found it the only way I could see it was to hold Steen's foot up in the air and squat down so I was underneath, looking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did a more thorough cleaning with warm water and antibiotic, trimmed away the hair, and had a discussion with the barn owner. She was concerned about the flap of skin reattaching properly, and suggested a leg wrap. In the past when our boys have had booboos, she's been the one do the actual bandaging, but she's recovering from foot surgery so this time it was up to me. Brian helped, of course, and without much difficulty I had Steen all wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bandage came out looking pretty tidy, if I do say so myself.&amp;nbsp;We gave him a powder med for inflammation and turned him back out. But the next night we got a snow storm, and what with the blowing snow and freezing temps, having him out in the elements with the bandage wasn't a great idea. Yesterday morning the barn helper brought him into a stall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This afternoon Brian and I went out to see how things were doing. Steen was in the outdoor arena while his stall was getting cleaned, and he was wound up. He was holding his head up and glancing around in a way I haven't seen in ages. I haltered him and pulled his blanket to discovered he'd lost roughly a zillion pounds in 36 hours. (While I will concede I might be exaggerating slightly, he really is a lot thinner.) It never ceases to amaze me how this horse can drop weight when conditions are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I unwrapped his leg and was happy to see the swelling is entirely gone and the wound pretty well scabbed over. I groomed him and practicing moving his feet a little, at which point he was content to settle down and start to relax. I kept an eye on the cut while Brian rode, and it wasn't inclined to ooze or break open as Steen moved around. So eventually I concluded he'll be healthier and happier in his normal environment. I applied more neosporine and wound powder and sent him out into the snow-filled pasture. I'll check on him tomorrow. I am hopeful things will progress from here to healing, but if he gets swollen again we'll probably have to go for another round of wrapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-8079814824266833891?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/Vvl-1mg9XLY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8079814824266833891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=8079814824266833891&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/8079814824266833891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/8079814824266833891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/Vvl-1mg9XLY/stall-time.html" title="Stall Time" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhUIxKcAY-0/TxDhi2vMTMI/AAAAAAAACjI/tsM1ZhjYE_Y/s72-c/2012-01-13-my-first-wrap.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/stall-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMRX4_eip7ImA9WhRVFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-7916372505833107448</id><published>2012-01-09T19:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:01:24.042-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T20:01:24.042-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Outdoor Arena" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Susie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cut leg" /><title>Family Fun</title><content type="html">The new year has started off pretty busy and trips to the barn have been a bit scarce.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week we had some visitors:&lt;br /&gt;
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My brother Jesse and his wife Susie came to Iowa via England from Hawaii, on their way back to Arizona (don't ask.) And remarkably all my dire warnings to them to be prepared for horrible weather proved to be unnecessary. We had sunny days in the 50's and 60's.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Friday we took them to the barn with us. Jesse rode Steen a bit in the outdoor arena, but Steen was playing his "pick up the trot&amp;nbsp;constantly" game. Jesse stuck with it for quite a while, and Steen did improve to some degree, but it still wasn't the easiest ride for either of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Susie had a nicer ride on Bear, who was a little sticky in certain spots but otherwise well behaved for her. Jesse hopped on Bear for a bit too, and that went well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also rode a little bit, and Steen at least wasn't doing the trot thing to me. I didn't ride long, though, because Steen had a cut on his left front foot that looked just big enough I didn't want to risk taxing him. There was also a bit of swelling around the ankle, but it went down while we had him moving around, so I thought that was a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 0:20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-7916372505833107448?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/VlMZaiiCs90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7916372505833107448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=7916372505833107448&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/7916372505833107448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/7916372505833107448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/VlMZaiiCs90/family-fun.html" title="Family Fun" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43HohNn0x5I/TxDYUAx4o8I/AAAAAAAACiw/HKB9QQ9GJ0c/s72-c/2012-01-13-jesse-and-susie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DQXk8fip7ImA9WhRWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-972612377355421075</id><published>2011-12-31T19:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:16:10.776-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T09:16:10.776-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the routine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hackamore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><title>And the Winner Is</title><content type="html">It was a great year for us and horses. In February I was giving &lt;a href="http://diplomaticbear.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; lessons and trying to help him get comfortable on Bear. In December I got to see him climb on a strange horse and get nothing but compliments riding in a totally new environment. In between, I kept track of my hours in the saddle, which is something I'd never done before and actually is all thanks to Brian. It never occurred to me to keep a log before he got the idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we rode indoors to avoid crazy winds. It was again warm and Steen was again sluggish. It's so hard for me to pinpoint what exactly is different about him when he's too hot. He does everything I ask. He doesn't refuse to accelerate or try to drop the trot or the lope. He doesn't get stiff or ignore me. He just doesn't feel lively, and it kind of drives me crazy. So I loped early on, trying to wake him up a bit. Ultimately I think this strategy back-fired though. He's pretty relaxed about loping indoors these days, and it only made him hotter.&lt;br /&gt;
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I continued to work on the figure eight pattern I made up earlier in the week and that was perhaps the thing we did the best at. He still was refusing to give me much of a soft feel when moving though, and once or twice I got frustrated with him and pulled a little. When I do that there is an instant stiffening effect. It is amazing how quickly he will still go rigid in the hackamore if I misuse it, but it's a good reminder for me to stay soft even when I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the ride we worked on the routine, and that was fun. A couple of times I had to speed Steen's trot up to keep pace with Bear, and he was willing to move out without getting upset about it. So maybe over the next few days I'll focus on revisiting the soft feel and speed variation within the gaits.&lt;br /&gt;
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After our ride Brian and I came home and added our last ride to our yearly quota, and we thought we'd end up tied or with me a little ahead because I've been gaining about five minutes on him each ride lately since Steen's blanket gives me a head start in grooming. We were wrong though. Brian beat me by five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say I'm kind of thrilled about this. To have a husband that rides with me is something I am constantly grateful for. To have a husband who rides &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;than me is something I never even thought to wish for. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 109:00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-972612377355421075?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/-jmLRpR-dWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/972612377355421075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=972612377355421075&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/972612377355421075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/972612377355421075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/-jmLRpR-dWs/and-winner-is.html" title="And the Winner Is" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-winner-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcESXY5cCp7ImA9WhRWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-7896996502151822134</id><published>2011-12-28T08:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:00:08.828-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T09:00:08.828-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transitions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mecate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel" /><title>Mecate Transformation</title><content type="html">After our foray into English riding we were keen to get back on our own horses again. We stopped at the barn on our way back into town and found our guys a bit on the grimy side but otherwise seemingly unaffected by our absence. It was nice to ride in my own saddle again, but the really exciting thing was to ride with my mecate. We took it to Chicago with us, and&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;we were there we soaked it in water and a teeny bit of shampoo, rinsed it out, and swirled it around outside to get the water out. We then hung it up in the basement to dry.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been wanting to do this for a while, but as the mecate is basically just a long rope of knotted horsehair, getting it wet means waiting for it to dry. I didn't want to take the time off using it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately after soaking it, we were surprised that it didn't feel that wet. The next day we were surprised that it actually felt stiffer than before. The day after&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;it was still very stiff and I was starting to worry the soaking wouldn't help. But the next day something magical happened. It went from being a stiff, wiry rope to a soft, supple one. It's actually a far more dramatic change than I expected. I now understand why so many people talk about the weight and energy of a mane hair mecate.&lt;br /&gt;
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So once I got the worst of the mud off Steen, I climbed on with my newly supple mecate in my hands and some of the ideas I picked up during our lesson in my head. After riding around for a while I actually got off and put my stirrups up one hole. I ride with super long stirrups because for years I found that was the only way to keep my somewhat temperamental right knee happy, but looking back I've realized I was always riding in saddles that were too small. Thea talked about stirrup length at the beginning of our lesson, saying she thinks a good bend in the knee is important for proper balance, even for western riders. So I thought I'd give one notch up a try. And I have to say, it felt pretty good. I have enough room in my seat to adjust my legs as necessary, and I've got my leathers hung fairly far back, which helps too. Right when I got on, I thought my knee would be a problem but I concentrated on relaxing my lower leg (which is something I still need to work on anyway) and that seemed to help. I also&amp;nbsp;found&amp;nbsp;I felt slightly less inclined to turn my toe out with the stirrups shorter, so maybe I'll stick with this setup for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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Overall, my ride was pretty mediocre. We had some good lopes during which I thought a lot about sitting up straight and steering with my legs, and preventing Steen from making a dive for the middle when I brought him back down to the trot. I worked on a new figure eight pattern that I am hoping will help our transitions and stops, and that went well. But Steen was sluggish. It has been so warm, and he's got his blanket on and I think he spends a lot of time being slightly over insulated. He's always had a tendency to get quieter in the heat, and just doesn't pay me the same level of attention he normally does. He was behaving just fine, but he wasn't giving me the soft feel very well, which was frustrating. I never thought I'd have the problem of wanting to liven Steen up, but I'm increasingly understanding why trainers like Buck and Ray Hunt spend so much time talking about keeping the life in your horse. Steen is usually so lively I've got plenty of energy to work with. When he's not it's kind a rude shock.&lt;br /&gt;
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The barn where she rides is huge, with over 100 stalls and more horses kept in pastures. When we arrived things were a bit chaotic. There was a Christmas camp for kids going on, and quite a few people using the indoor arena. We went through the usual adjusting of stirrups and getting acclimated to a different horse and tack, but before long we were all mounted and walking along on the rail.&lt;br /&gt;
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I rode a tall, red thoroughbred named October, and we got along well from the start. The instructor, Thea told Brian and I not to worry too much about contact, just to ride with as much or as little as we felt we needed. October was tall (over 16hh) and I expected to feel a bit out of whack with the thin little reins and the English saddle and big, lanky horse. But in reality it didn't take long before I felt pretty settled.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thea sent us into a posting trot, and so we spent the next 25 minutes or so working on our diagonals . Neither Brian or I had much trouble with this, which was good because it's not exactly something we work on regularly. And of course Cathy has this down already. October had the slowest trot of the three horses, which was fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We were all feeling quite good and warmed up by the time she asked if we'd like to canter. We came to the middle of the arena and then tried to canter one at a time. October was ready to go. Thea had me collect him at the walk, then ask for the gait. He moved right into it and stayed there. I felt great on him. He had a fast, upright canter but so does Steen, so I felt at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brian rode a big, dark-brown thoroughbred named Chip, and he did a great job. He'd never ridden English before, but you would never have known it, watching him ride. His horse needed a little more persuasion moving into the lope than mine did, but once he got going he stayed there quite well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cathy had the most difficult horse, who wasn't at all inclined to pick up the canter and had to also be reminded to stay there. But she did a good job keeping him going, and after we'd all had our solo canters we got back on the rail and cantered together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our hour went by fast, and before we knew it we were cooling them down. All in all, it was a very fun experience. Thea gave me a few pointers. She told me to sit down at the lope. Steen can get so fast and forward I've developed a bit of a habit of rising up out of the saddle, so that is something I need to keep in mind in the future. And of course it just never hurts to spend a little time exploring a different riding philosophy, though I'll not be trading in my mecate for knobby reins any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 106:55&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-2309848220959276202?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/HTuR31ezoDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2309848220959276202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=2309848220959276202&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2309848220959276202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/2309848220959276202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/HTuR31ezoDY/lesson-on-thoroughbred.html" title="A Lesson on a Thoroughbred" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ODAxdleZm8/TvYXDffJOZI/AAAAAAAACh0/roNdaIWkTAI/s72-c/three-riders.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/lesson-on-thoroughbred.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMQ3c4fSp7ImA9WhRXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-8687144393753840398</id><published>2011-12-22T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:03:02.935-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T13:03:02.935-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hackamore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short serpentine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mecate" /><title>Balmy Weather</title><content type="html">We stopped at the barn for a ride on our way out of town for Christmas. I rode in the hackamore again, and Steen was great. He was giving me the soft feel at the walk and the trot and we moved in and out of the lope a few times.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a warm day, and I think he was fairly hot. He was very quiet, but not sluggish. I think we are both getting more comfortable in the hackamore and he's also getting better with both his upward and downward transitions. He was willing to go, willing to stop, willing to stand. He got just a tad grouchy towards the end when he wanted to stop and I wanted to keep going, but a few short-serpentines straightened him out again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now we've got a few days away from our guys. I'm going to use the time off to try to soak my mecate and see if I can supple it up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Steen was in a mellow, friendly mood. I climbed on and he just felt good. He was mostly soft to the hackamore and quite relaxed and we started out the ride with all our usual stuff. I was getting the soft feel nicely at the walk, but not so much at the trot. I was enjoying the new suppleness in my mecate, and he seemed pretty relaxed about the bosal, so perhaps my work on them did some good.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been trying to stay focused on being soft in the hackamore, so today I was spending a lot of time thinking about my seat. I moved through a lot of exercises trying to keep my hands on the reins to a minimum, and Steen was totally tuned in. Even when I moved him through some short serpentines he was soft and willing to bend at the tap of my foot on his shoulder. It was neat.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also spent a lot of time backing. I've been trying to get both speed and precision while moving backwards, and that's a bit of a tall order, but Steen is catching on. Here you can see him collected and moving back with a forefoot. Believe it or not I have very little pressure on the reins.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally things had been going well for long enough that I thought &amp;nbsp;a lope was in order. This was my first lope in the hackamore, and my main goal was not to traumatize Steen. I know he's not soft enough to the hackamore yet to ask him for collection at the lope yet, but I wanted to let him move a bit, so when he was feeling nice and balanced at the trot I just pushed him up to the lope.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I have to say it was a fabulous lope. Part of it, I think, was my desire not to lean, pull, yank or drag on the reins. I was intent on using just my seat to guide him, and he was listening.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He moved around with his head low and his entire demeanor utterly relaxed. I went around the arena a few times and brought him down to the trot with just a verbal cue (which I'm trying to stop using but this was a special occasion) and a shift of my seat, and then we moved off in the other direction. That was his worse way, but it still felt pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I stopped loping Brian was ready for a go, and I ended up leaving the arena to get a dog out of his way. But it was fine. Steen and I had a great ride and I'm more and more excited to continue refining our communication in the hackamore. Which is good because there is a high chance I'll be working on this for the rest of my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 104:55&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-3567125898759580735?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/UK-TvM88RrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3567125898759580735/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=3567125898759580735&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3567125898759580735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3567125898759580735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/UK-TvM88RrI/loping-in-hackamore.html" title="Loping in the Hackamore" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Du7e33dyfrE/TvE1K-h3H0I/AAAAAAAAChY/75uZuO9Xk80/s72-c/2011-12-20-mecate.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/loping-in-hackamore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBQnc7fSp7ImA9WhRXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-4119381129671086351</id><published>2011-12-19T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:00:53.905-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T21:00:53.905-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bosal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mecate" /><title>Shaping the Bosal</title><content type="html">I feel like the last few months I've been on some sort of bizarre accelerated learning curve. I have so many new tools to manage and understand, it's easy to get a bit overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing I learned recently is that a bosal doesn't come in the right shape for a horse to wear on its head, and mecate doesn't come soft and supple. So I've been working on these two objects to make them a bit more comfortable for both me and Steen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bosal I've been rubbing with vaquero rawhide cream and shaping with a block made for the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
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The mecate I've been bending and twisting at every opportunity. And my husband has been kind enough to help me with this whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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They have both made notable progress, so I'm hoping they'll both be nice and soft before too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-4119381129671086351?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/y_kMyKpBmOM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4119381129671086351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=4119381129671086351&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/4119381129671086351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/4119381129671086351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/y_kMyKpBmOM/shaping-bosal.html" title="Shaping the Bosal" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0R3vl9T7a98/TvEyi0e0XMI/AAAAAAAAChI/XvyXWyzXp18/s72-c/2011-12-18-bosal-shaper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/shaping-bosal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GQHY-eip7ImA9WhRXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-3253613964548189585</id><published>2011-12-18T18:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:35:21.852-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T09:35:21.852-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strip" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hackamore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Duke-Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="backing" /><title>Focused on Soft</title><content type="html">Today was the last Duke Day of the year, which means we have a little potluck and hang out while the horses get their feet trimmed. Brian and I like to ride before trims when at all possible, and it was a beautiful day-- warmer than I've ever seen December in Iowa. We rode on the strip and I,&amp;nbsp;buoyed&amp;nbsp; by watching the Buck&amp;nbsp; DVD, put the hackamore back on Steen for another go.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also been making my way through&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hackamore Reinsman&lt;/i&gt;, by Ed Connell. It's an old manual, and some of the stuff in the book does not really apply to my life and situation, but a lot of it is useful. I came across a sentence in bold that said:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;"It should be remembered that the harder the hackamore is pulled on, the harder the horse gets to the hackamore."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buck talked about how difficult it is for the horse to understand the hackamore at first, since all pressure comes from below the chin. It takes them a while to learn to feel the pull to the side as well as down when they are asked to turn. So I went out prepared to be as soft and patient as possible, and to give Steen plenty of time between things to just move around and continue to get used to having the bosal on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a wonderful ride. I think our pretty demanding hour in the snaffle was helpful for both of us, and a light easy day in the hackamore felt great. Steen was giving me the soft feel more consistently than he ever has in the hackamore, and I was able to stay soft soft soft.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He still has a tendency to over-flex and stick at times when I ask for the back, but usually I'm able to unstick him quite quickly and then he'll really reach back and move.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we're making good progress at bringing the front end through after disengaging the hindquarters.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also worked on holding a bit of collection at the walk a few times, sometimes asking him to slow his walk while I did this, sometimes not. He handled that really well. Brian took a bunch of pictures of me riding and I'm really noticing Steen's head position. He's just carrying himself differently these days. It's good to see.&lt;br /&gt;
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I kept my ride short, both because the farrier was waiting and also because it was such a positive ride I didn't want to muck it up by taking it a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brian, on the other hand, &lt;a href="http://diplomaticbear.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rode much longer&lt;/a&gt; and it seems like he and Bear are really working through a few things lately. Bear, too, is learning to collect, particularly at the trot and when backing. So as things stand my husband has officially logged more saddle time than me this year...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ride Time: 0:35&lt;br /&gt;
Horseback hours YTD: 103: 50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-3253613964548189585?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/DAxXO-Iyh-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3253613964548189585/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=3253613964548189585&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3253613964548189585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/3253613964548189585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/DAxXO-Iyh-A/focused-on-soft.html" title="Focused on Soft" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8j24BJb55yc/Tu9IyNfPz-I/AAAAAAAACgg/v3mLdgQ32ng/s72-c/2011-12-18-robin-trotting-steen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/focused-on-soft.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BQHg5cSp7ImA9WhRXEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-6023116663478206846</id><published>2011-12-17T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T09:40:51.629-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T09:40:51.629-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hackamore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short serpentine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snaffle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="backing" /><title>Snaffle vs Hackamore</title><content type="html">I had one of the busiest weeks with the Brown Wing Studio that I can recall. I launched my two largest projects of my entire career within 12 hours of each other. By Friday I was tired and fried and by the time Brian got home I was wandering aimlessly around the house because I couldn't spend another minute in my office.&lt;br /&gt;
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Steen and I had a very mediocre ride in the hackamore. I rode in my saddle and I was tired, and the bales were very low. I could tell he didn't have a lot of energy, which meant he was quiet but not as responsive as I've come to expect. The whole ride was just ok. He didn't do anything bad, but he did very little that was quite up to the quality I am shooting for. The only things I was really getting out of him was energetic backing and a nice downward transition from the trot to the walk. But I probably wasn't riding great either, so we just did the best we could.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ride Time 0:50&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was warm and the barn was packed. Luckily we had already planned on venturing out into the big pasture. I rode in the snaffle and I was pretty curious to see how Steen would behave after quite a few rides indoors in the hackamore. They had new bales, so Bear was bloated and Steen was lively. We rode out and Steen started off walking at his usual speedy clip but also giving me the soft feel like a champ every time I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ride overall was very good. We rode around in the bottom for a while, then went up to the hilltop. About three or four times Steen started winding himself up towards having a bad attitude, getting focused on the idea of going home. My strategy was simple. When he did this while we were standing, I asked him to back. Every time he so much as moved a foot, we just went backwards. Fast. And quite a ways. This was a good opportunity for us to work on our back. It's a lot for me to think about, making sure he is really reaching back with his feet and staying soft to the bit while I also make sure I give him a release when he is soft and don't when he's not. The upshot of this strategy was twofold. First, each time we stopped it only took one or two spurts of going back 60 feet before he started planting himself pretty well. Second, when I asked him to back I started feeling something new. Usually he would start off either slow or braced, but then I would speed him up and put a little pressure on the bit and he would collect and his shoulders would lift and suddenly he'd be moving backwards light as a feather in my hands. Every time I felt this, I took back about two steps then let him stop. I am pretty sure that feeling is ultimate goal when moving a horse back, so it is pretty exciting to see Steen starting to nail it.&lt;br /&gt;
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But Steen's other problem is he has a tendency to&amp;nbsp;interpret&amp;nbsp;breaks as a signal that the ride is about to end. I often get the worst &amp;nbsp;behavior from him after I've let him stand to rest for a few minutes. This happened today as well, so every time he started getting antsy I just pulled out the short serpentines. He's getting so much better at this exercise, he is no longer confused by it and has lost the ability to really brace up on me while we work on it, so I would really push him, and just bend him around one leg, then the other, back and forth and back and forth until I could feel that his mind was on me again and not the barn. It worked every time, and we were able to walk and trot without a barn magnet.&lt;br /&gt;
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We'd been riding for about 50 minutes when we heard some gunshots in the woods and realized it's hunting season and we forgot our orange vests. So we went back to the barn at that point. Steen gave me a motor walk the whole way back, but never tried to trot, so that was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back indoors, I climbed back on and we loped for a while. Steen's lope was the best I've felt it in a while. He moved right into it and stayed there, staying mostly on the rail and bending through most of the turns.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all it was very interesting to ride him in the bit again. He is so soft to the snaffle at this point, my rides in the hackamore seem stiff and sloppy by comparison. But we also just watched Buck's Hackamore Horse DVD, and he stresses at the beginning that moving a horse into a hackamore is difficult, that the hackamore is a tricky tool to learn to use and that at the start you're going to want to throw it out the window many times. But he also stressed that if you stick with it you can get a kind of lightness the snaffle can never achieve. So that was a good reminder that I need to be patient and focused, ride in the snaffle sometimes to give us both a break, but ultimately a hackamore horse is worth all the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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Horseback hours YTD: 103:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-6023116663478206846?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/ajrK5NBHUQk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6023116663478206846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=6023116663478206846&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/6023116663478206846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/6023116663478206846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/ajrK5NBHUQk/snaffle-vs-hackamore.html" title="Snaffle vs Hackamore" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5VfE4utGl8/Tu4Ht3KLbjI/AAAAAAAACgU/ixTQyAvU8Kw/s72-c/2011-12-17-steen-face-pets.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/snaffle-vs-hackamore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHRH8-eSp7ImA9WhRQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-6345006441844944740</id><published>2011-12-11T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:40:35.151-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T19:40:35.151-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hackamore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="backing" /><title>Unsticking the Back</title><content type="html">I ended up riding three horses today, though it wasn't quite as exciting as it sounds. Cathi was riding her thoroughbred, Chewy, when we arrived, and I mentioned after she stopped loping that he moved so differently from Steen. She immediately offered me a spin. I climbed up into her hunter saddle with stirrups that were way too short. Chewy is at least 16hh, and big too. He felt pretty strange. But I walked and trotted around on him for a few minutes. It never hurts to get the feel of another horse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I climbed on Steen. It was in the 30's, so warm enough to ride in a saddle. I also rode in the hackamore again. I am starting to feel a lot more comfortable with it, and of course it is a whole lot easier to balance correctly with a saddle so I thought the set-up would be a good one. Since Steen is still getting used to the hackamore, me riding in a saddle probably smooths out some variables for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Steen started out fidgety while during grooming again, and after many days of this I'd had enough. The first time he moved I just grabbed his lead rope and backed him firmly all the way across the barn. I couldn't push him super far without running him into a stock of hay bales, but he got the point. I led him back to his spot by the locker and he stood there for a minute giving me a look, then dropped his head and sighed and didn't budge the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once the ride started, he felt good. Not quite as full of pent up energy as last time, which was nice. He was listening nicely from the beginning, though still a bit restless when I asked him to yield his hindquarters or forehand while standing. I tried to work back and forth between asking a lot of him and just letting him move naturally. He felt really kinked up at the trot, &amp;nbsp;like he was afraid to go forward, so I mostly just let him go. He did relax some, but I never got him to give me a soft feel trotting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Brian wanted to lope and was having some trouble getting Bear into the gait, so I just took Steen over near the tractor and let him stand for a few minutes. I picked up the soft feel every minute or so, but otherwise left him alone. I actually think this really helped. He started to relax, and soften against the hackamore almost as well as he does against the snaffle. So that was very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other thing I worked on was backing. Since I introduced collection, Steen has this habit of over-collecting when I ask him to back but not actually moving his feet. So I'll ask for a back, he'll give me one tiny step and then he'll tuck his chin so far he'll be practically bumping himself in the chest but not going anywhere. I didn't know what to do about this, but luckily &lt;a href="http://thesouthdakotacowgirl.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Brian turned up a blog by another person who was at the same Buck clinic we were&lt;/a&gt; (as well as a couple others) and in her write-up about what she learned addressed this particular issue. Buck says to get the feet unstuck, you have to ask for the back with more energy, which means leaning back a little and moving your legs and upper body, though not kicking and yanking. I tried this on Steen and by the end of the ride he was actually stepping out backwards instead of just shuffling along, so that was great success.&lt;br /&gt;
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So other than my first magical ride in the hackamore, this was the best I've felt in it. If he'd been more relaxed at the trot, I would have tried loping him. But it was a busy day at the barn and there were people waiting for the arena, so we only rode for 40 minutes and I didn't feel I had the time to really work him at the lope if he turned out to need that.&lt;br /&gt;
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But after I got off Steen I briefly climbed on Bear. I wanted to sit in Brian's new saddle. Bear was tired, though, and not super pleased to have another passenger. I only made him walk around a little and then hopped off. It's a neat saddle. I will perhaps throw it on Steen some time soon to get a better idea of how it feels on a horse I'm more used to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ride Time: 0:40&lt;br /&gt;
Horseback hours YTD: 101:20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-6345006441844944740?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/N8_FTu3ZnSM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6345006441844944740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=6345006441844944740&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/6345006441844944740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/6345006441844944740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/N8_FTu3ZnSM/unsticking-back.html" title="Unsticking the Back" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/unsticking-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBRXk6eyp7ImA9WhRQFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082828770193603285.post-4348059406323875738</id><published>2011-12-10T12:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:19:14.713-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T16:19:14.713-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indoor ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transitions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hackamore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bareback" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short serpentine" /><title>Bareback in the Hackamore</title><content type="html">Brian and I wanted to get to the barn early this morning in hopes of having the indoor arena to ourselves. The thermometer said 7° when we got up and 10° when we left the house. I pulled out all the stops as far as my wardrobe is concerned, digging out my sock liners, helmet liner and turtle fur neck warmer.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got the horses into the barn and Steen was very fidgety while I groomed him. He wasn't doing anything bad, he just kept moving his front feet around. Due to the cold, I wanted to go bareback, and since I wasn't going to be working on loping, I decided to try out the hackamore again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Steen seemed annoyed with it when I first put it on, and then distracted when I took him into the arena to mount. So distracted that I took a step back and did groundwork. He was overly energetic when I asked him to move, so we worked on yielding the forequarters and hindquarters until he was seeming more focused.&lt;br /&gt;
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We worked on some backing, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I got on, and I asked for the soft feel and some flexes. These came without trouble, so I asked for the walk. Then for just a minute Steen started going a bit nuts. He started flinging his head from side to side so hard he was knocking himself off balance. I had half a second where I considering bailing, but then the spasm passed and he was over it. I didn't get another head toss the whole ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still, the little adrenaline rush I got from that moment got me nice and toasty. As the ride went on the day warmed into the teens. I actually became too warm and had to unzip and unbutton several layers. I forgot how much more physically demanding it is to ride bareback, even when the horse is just walking, and of course Steen was generating a fair bit of heat as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Steen and I spent a lot of time at the walk today, working on the soft feel, collection, controlling speed within the gait, disengages of both ends, and short-serpentines. The ride went in a sort of arc. It started off great. He was bending to a very light touch and, though very energetic, he was attentive. Then I perhaps over did it on asking for things, and I think he got a little burned out. I felt him stiffen up like he did the last couple times I rode in the hackamore, so I backed off and worked on large figure-eights using only one hand and my seat. When he started to feel more relaxed and softer, I moved back into short-serpentines. I took them very slowly, though, and gave him time to feel his way back into bending. It worked. He softened back up and the stiff feeling went away.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also spend quite a bit of time at the trot. Steen has been nailing the downward transition between trot and walk lately, which is very cool since downward transitions have always been his weak spot. We also got some fantastic stops and backs. He was really stepping out backwards in a way he doesn't tend to do in the snaffle.&lt;br /&gt;
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In equally exciting news, Brian had another great ride on Bear in the new saddle. We checked for kinks and stiffness in Bear's back after the ride and found nothing, even though we rode for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I am very encouraged by my largely positive ride in the hackamore. I might end up using it fairly often this winter after all.&lt;br /&gt;
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And most exciting of all, Brian and I both hit our 100 hour goal today. With weeks to spare, no less.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ride Time: 1:00&lt;br /&gt;
Horseback hours YTD: 100:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082828770193603285-4348059406323875738?l=steenpaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~4/AJFBZzlRslA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4348059406323875738/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082828770193603285&amp;postID=4348059406323875738&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/4348059406323875738?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082828770193603285/posts/default/4348059406323875738?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheTrailToSomewhere/~3/AJFBZzlRslA/bareback-in-hackamore.html" title="Bareback in the Hackamore" /><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05318359901770452986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUqC5IP62rc/TTtTHf5RpiI/AAAAAAAACBQ/dVnBmvHanBU/s220/10-09-18robinAndSteenTurningAtWalk.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAdcUkbaexs/TuOrIuHJciI/AAAAAAAACgM/FsDVZWJ7ShA/s72-c/2011-12-10-hackamore-face.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://steenpaint.blogspot.com/2011/12/bareback-in-hackamore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

