Festive_Felicitations
Well-Known Member
A rather long war report - however ideas if you make it to the end would be appreciated.
At the beginning of last week Harry was going great guns. We seemed to have gotten over the 'jump on Felicity' game and were going for long walks in hand. Standing quietly to have a bridle put on, feet mucked out & rasped. Lunging in a very grown up fashion with loose side reins to the headcollar etc. I though he was enjoying life as I was no longer beating him up daily, I certainly was!
Well I don't know what happened Thursday pm but since last Friday it has been war
Fri pm was going to just go for a walk as I was tired, but as he was leaping about decided to lunge first (in just a headcollar - mistake 1?) Well after about 2 circles he stopped dead whirled to face me and went straight up on his hind legs. I ignored him and suggested he went back to trotting circles he did - sort of - obviously in afoul tember kick out out at the whip, grabbing the rope in his mouth and leaping around. Just as I was about to call it a day he went up on his hind legs again, and as I didn't want him to finish on that note pushed on.
To cut a long story short he spent alot of time on his hind legs and demonstrating his natural talent for performing textbook capriole, courbette, the mezair, the croupade, and levade. Personally I'd rather Piaffe and Passage... :rollseyes: All of this earned a firm NO and lots of growling/swearing.
Managed to end on a goodish note in that we went for a short walk with no major arguments (he was juat a bit tired at this point) and lots of 'good boy' pats.
Unfortunately due to work I only had time to feed and a pat at him (while dodging teeth
) till Sunday pm - Round 2.
Well this is the one he won. I put the side reins on in an attempt to give me the upper had, well it failed not only can he perform all of the above with side-reins he got angry enough to start coming at me across the circle on his hind legs and making dedicated attempts to kick me in passing - needless to say this earnt him an earful and a few solind belts with the whip (I know, I know your not meant to hit horses with the lunging whip).
He was getting dangerous enough to scare me (not that easy) and he got what he wanted basically barged back to his field, stood long enough to take everything off then buggered off. He'd also managed to strain all the mucsle in my left arm.
Round 3 was Wed PM - after talks with mum decided to try and 'old irish' (?) trick of putting the sircingle (spell?) & side-reins on in his field and leaving him to fight it out on his own with me not present. Theory being getting it though his thick skull that no matter what he does he can't get them off. I hid in the shed where I have full view of his field incase he got into trouble. Well he fought
and after 3/4 hour appeared to give in so I went and caught him gave him a brush and a quick lunge stopping before we got into a major fight but he was still going-up on his hind legs etc. Stalemate 1.
This morning's aim was not to pick a fight and try and go for a walk. When he went up on his hind legs and made a good attempt at boxing my ears I went 'ape shite' at him. I 'went up on mine' and growled and basically chased him away (while he was still on his hind-legs! Sort of worked in that he stopped rearing and kept out of my space but refused to lead any where at all. Eventually got him back in his field. Stalemate 2
The thing is none of the above has been done with laid back ears, or any form of evil bad tampered expresions. When he comes down from his rears he stand 4 square, neck arched, ears pricked watching you as if to say: Well? What ya' going to ey? Beat that punk!
So this weekend we are swapping him and Beau around as mum has a good round yard close at hand and hopefully with slightly better facilities we can have a few all out fights in a safer environment (for both of us) and have us win and get it though his skull that buckling down is better than fighting.
We did find out recently that his dad was gelded recently (at 7) and we're beginning to wonder if there was a good reason behind it....
Anyway any ideas on how to win this battle? Or reassuring stories of people who owned demon babies that turned into super 'adults' would be nice.
Tangerine or Pink Lady apple if you got this far!
At the beginning of last week Harry was going great guns. We seemed to have gotten over the 'jump on Felicity' game and were going for long walks in hand. Standing quietly to have a bridle put on, feet mucked out & rasped. Lunging in a very grown up fashion with loose side reins to the headcollar etc. I though he was enjoying life as I was no longer beating him up daily, I certainly was!
Well I don't know what happened Thursday pm but since last Friday it has been war
Fri pm was going to just go for a walk as I was tired, but as he was leaping about decided to lunge first (in just a headcollar - mistake 1?) Well after about 2 circles he stopped dead whirled to face me and went straight up on his hind legs. I ignored him and suggested he went back to trotting circles he did - sort of - obviously in afoul tember kick out out at the whip, grabbing the rope in his mouth and leaping around. Just as I was about to call it a day he went up on his hind legs again, and as I didn't want him to finish on that note pushed on.
To cut a long story short he spent alot of time on his hind legs and demonstrating his natural talent for performing textbook capriole, courbette, the mezair, the croupade, and levade. Personally I'd rather Piaffe and Passage... :rollseyes: All of this earned a firm NO and lots of growling/swearing.
Managed to end on a goodish note in that we went for a short walk with no major arguments (he was juat a bit tired at this point) and lots of 'good boy' pats.
Unfortunately due to work I only had time to feed and a pat at him (while dodging teeth
Well this is the one he won. I put the side reins on in an attempt to give me the upper had, well it failed not only can he perform all of the above with side-reins he got angry enough to start coming at me across the circle on his hind legs and making dedicated attempts to kick me in passing - needless to say this earnt him an earful and a few solind belts with the whip (I know, I know your not meant to hit horses with the lunging whip).
He was getting dangerous enough to scare me (not that easy) and he got what he wanted basically barged back to his field, stood long enough to take everything off then buggered off. He'd also managed to strain all the mucsle in my left arm.
Round 3 was Wed PM - after talks with mum decided to try and 'old irish' (?) trick of putting the sircingle (spell?) & side-reins on in his field and leaving him to fight it out on his own with me not present. Theory being getting it though his thick skull that no matter what he does he can't get them off. I hid in the shed where I have full view of his field incase he got into trouble. Well he fought
This morning's aim was not to pick a fight and try and go for a walk. When he went up on his hind legs and made a good attempt at boxing my ears I went 'ape shite' at him. I 'went up on mine' and growled and basically chased him away (while he was still on his hind-legs! Sort of worked in that he stopped rearing and kept out of my space but refused to lead any where at all. Eventually got him back in his field. Stalemate 2
The thing is none of the above has been done with laid back ears, or any form of evil bad tampered expresions. When he comes down from his rears he stand 4 square, neck arched, ears pricked watching you as if to say: Well? What ya' going to ey? Beat that punk!
So this weekend we are swapping him and Beau around as mum has a good round yard close at hand and hopefully with slightly better facilities we can have a few all out fights in a safer environment (for both of us) and have us win and get it though his skull that buckling down is better than fighting.
We did find out recently that his dad was gelded recently (at 7) and we're beginning to wonder if there was a good reason behind it....
Anyway any ideas on how to win this battle? Or reassuring stories of people who owned demon babies that turned into super 'adults' would be nice.
Tangerine or Pink Lady apple if you got this far!