24. NOVEMBER 2017
How My Morning Started
Woke up, got out of bed, got dressed, ate food, Made sure my daughter had clothes ready for school, grabbed my barn bag, and headed out to the stables and got working. Winfred was already out helping out before he had to head out to work.
Dexter had been one of the first few horses I had ever actually done dressage on. He’s always been a fantastically easy horse to get along with, with fantastic skills, and smooth rhythmic movements. He’d come back, being transported here with an off-track mare, but I will update on her later . At his temporary home, he had learned a bit of jumping, and had been doing quite well. Now that he’s back with us, I’ve been insanely curious to see how he’s developed in the show-jumping scene. Dexter is a chunky horse, honestly I could never see him doing show jumping, when he was with us he was never very jumpy. He enjoyed all his feet on the ground.
I got Dexter tied, groomed him, put on his saddle pad, he’s such a fatso he usually doesn’t need more than a baby pad, plopped on the jumping saddle, got a big girth and clipped it on. I put the reins over his head, took off his halter and stuck the eggbut snaffle bit in his mouth and fastened his bridle. Before taking him out, I put little foam earplugs into his ears. (They were actually cat toys, but they are literally the same thing as horse ear plugs, just brightly coloured.)
Leading him to the ring, he held his head high and glanced around the new facility. He held his ears forward and his tail high, whinnying at some of his old mates he hadn’t seen in awhile. Some whinnied back, but he couldn’t hear them because of his earplugs. I lead him into the arena, adjusted the stirrups and his girth and brought him to the mounting block. Generally, I can mount from the ground, but I had forgotten how big Dexter was. I had to hop on pretty quickly, with all his fidgeting, I could tell that his time in turnout wasn’t quite enough to make up for the trailer ride.
I gave him a small kick and he took a big step forward. “Whew, that was not the stride I was expecting!” I said with a snicker, giving him a pat on his muscular neck. I took him around a few warm up laps around the ring, doing circles around the jumps, serpentines, back a forth, just to get him back into the swing of things. He blew out a few snorts here and there, flicking his tail, but keeping secure on the bit. He felt just as comfy as he had before he left, still just a smooth. He threw his head a few times, being still a little restless from his trailer ride. Once I had finished warming him up, I asked for the trot with a little squeeze of my heel and release of the reins.
He picked up a very rhythmic trot, giving me a few lazy steps before I gave him another squeeze and he extended his stride. I sat two strides quickly, and went back to posting. Dexter’s trot had a swing to it, almost like an extra movement through his hips. He had quite a strut to him with his powerful hindquarters. I cut across the ring and changed directions, sitting another two beats to change my diagonal. Dexter continued on, giving a small crow-hop, but then went on as if it was nothing. I did a few circles here and there, keeping his attention on what I was telling him to do, taking him over some poles here and there. Over the three little ground poles, he threw his legs up and bounced over them, once over going right back to his normal swing. I gave him a walk break then, doing two laps before sitting deep, turning his head in, and kicking him into an uphill canter.
After a powerful stride of canter, and pushed my heels down and rode with a light seat, opening my shoulders back and widening my hands. The hanoverian gelding bounded forward, snorting and flicking his tail, acting like he was a stallion. His canter is so uphill, I was starting to think maybe he just canter over jumps. He definitely had the feel of a dressage horse, all of his power coming from the backend, flowing towards the front two legs. I did some circles here and there, getting a few lead changes here and there. I shortened my reins and collected him to canter him over a few small ground poles. Once again, he took the poles as dramatically as he possibly could.
I then steered Dexter to a small vertical, giving a little kiss to get his attention and to speed him up. He lifted his head up and his ears pricked forward and continued forward, at the base of the jump I clicked, I leaned up into the two-point and followed through with the smooth jump with a hard landing and pushed forward. “HaHah! Good lad!” I said patting his neck. I let him take a very quick trot break before picking the canter back up. I steered him towards the next jump, which was about the same height, but this one had accents. I expected him to try and spook, so I kept more leg contact and clicked a few extra times to the jump. He jumped a bit too early, due to my mistake. I was left behind slightly, I couldn’t regain myself completely, but nonetheless gave him a praise after the jump.
The thing about Dexter is that you always feel in control when on his back. He’s a big, strong, horse, and might seem a bit intimidating at first, but he honestly is such a charm. He is powerful, but he respects whoever is on his back, and has an awareness of how big he is, which is pretty uncommon frankly. He was such a sweetheart throughout the ride, and I’m quite excited to get working more with him, I forgot how great of a horse he is, and seeing how well he’d been taken care of, I’m sure he has no new vices! He made my first ride of the day very enjoyable, it was quite the relief from the usual rude stallion I ride.
I took Dextero out on a trailride as a cool off after clearing some other jumps, it was a quick hack around the facility. Not quite a trail ride, but it counts. After that I went on to my next horse of the day.
The next horse of the day was Gallahad, a lanky seal bay ottb stallion. He’s not nearly as comfortable as Dexter, but he’s one of my personal horses, so of course I love him. I put on his saddle pad, saddle, and put on his bridle, and took him out to the ring. He was a lot less curious as Dexter, I usually have to threaten to slap him when leading him to the ring because of how much of a grumpster he is. He’s about the same height as dexter, but, since he’s my pony, I’m more keen to just swing my leg up onto him and get goin.’ Laddy is pretty used to it, once I was on, he was easy to get forward with a very small squeeze.
I warmed him up, same as Dexter. Laddy is a very forward horse, he’s very fast, and sensitive. After getting him stretched and moving, I barely adjust my seat, I barely squeeze and he bounced up into his trot. He was super bouncy as always, tossing his head, and snorting at the horses in the pasture nearby. Laddy would swerve here and there, spooking at a random leaf that falls from a tree, or a bird in a tree a metre away. There was an array of exclamation from me,,, “why- why exactly is that scary??” “UGHHHHHHHHH” “You dimwit!” “BLOOODY HELLLL.” Hee started getting antsy and annoying pretty quickly. He did a few small rears here and there, just normal Laddy being Laddy.
I got him to canter, he was being speedy as always, but he was being a bit calmer than. This told me we definitely need more flat work when it comes to trotting, so the jump schooling was cancelled and it made it a flatwork lesson. “Lordy, Lordy, Laddio,” I muttered in a whisper and brought him back down to a trot. That was pretty much how the whole ride went. Wasn’t very enjoyable, but it was going to beneficial in the long run for the both of us.
Thirdly, I rode an appaloosa stallion named Old Crow. I wont go into too much detail about the ride now, since If I do this will all get super repetitive! So, I’ll make this short ‘n sweet and just say I had a very nice ride on Old Crow, he behaved well and only threw me off once! Which franky is more than usual, but it’s not serious enough to dwell on. (he refused at a jump and swerved, aaand I did not.) But for the most part he cleared each jump!
I can't be angry with him, he's adorable.. especially in that baby blue tack
Last horse of the morning till I took a break, if you can call it that.
Good old Ian, a saint among stallions. He was being a superstar throughout the ride. He’s still got a lot of baby in him, and stumbled over his feet here and there, and knocked some poles, mistook some cues, but he’s still in the works. He made me realize not all hope was lost for the stallions here, who all seem to be complete dingusses. He was a very good boy throughout the ride and didn’t make me want to completely bury myself in manure. Ian responded well, if he spooked, all he needed was a pat of reassurance and he would be back to it. He wasn’t being fidgety and fussy, he was just being good. He got a lot of pats during his ride.
(ooc: image will be here eventually, my sims died right before I got photo's of Ian)
I did barn work, and gave Walt a lesson.
there you go that’s how my morning in the stables started! Usually I ride about 5 other horses the rest of the day? Give my daughter a riding lesson, sometimes Walt gets an extra one, work on training some ponies, work around stables, and then some normal life stuff.