So my dumbass new horse decides she's done with riding as soon as I get on her. Her new trick is to flatten her ears, try to kick me while I'm in the saddle, and then back up scarily. Of course I get off when she does this, and she's so happy she learned a way for me to get off immediately.
So I read up on what to do with this new pleasure-filled experience, and it says it's common for young horses to be assholes, basically, when they don't know what you want, and then once they do know what you want, they will be assholes. Especially mares.
Hmm. Today I set Maggie up in the little back paddock with a chair and had a nice talking to her. Just kidding. I put the chair as my mounting block, and I took my time putting my weight on her, and taking my foot in and out of the stirrup, leaning on her, flapping her stirrups, and finally getting on and then right off. I did it a few times until she didn't look like she was going to try and launch me spaceballs up. The last time, I just got on and then sat there. My goal was to sit there and not ask her to move, just sit there and see if she'd be good with just THAT step.
I sat there for minutes. Then I lifted the reins a little bit. Just so she could see that nothing bad was going to happen, and we weren't going anywhere. Then got off and took saddle off and done. Then I took her for a walk with Dewey on the close trail, the 5th time. She did better, only one spook that kind of spooked Dewey and I thought here's where I die but it was okay. She used to stop many times going out, but today she only tried it about 4 times before I got on Dewey and then only one or two times once riding. I say that's improvement. Now that I know that's normal, I don't get mad. I just get her going again and ignore it.
Tomorrow I'll try to start some of the games on the ground, to get her respecting me a bit more. In the afternoon today I took her out in the driveway and ground drove her around, in and out the gate. She was NOT going for it - she does fine for awhile, then has a little fit like I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT and she tries to push her way past me and turn and evade me like a wriggly thousand pound fish, and I'm not all that good with steering on the ground so it took me a few times to get her re-aimed, but I was resolved that she would walk in and out of the gate without being an asshole before I'd quit for the day. By the end, she was walking in and out like it was the most boring thing in the world, like she was punching a clock. I put her away, happy she did what I asked but also knowing that it was only today. She was clearly doing me a favor, in her mind. We are a long way from her being boring every time. She does LIKE the challenge, though. I see it in her. Because she doesn't try to do anything really mean. She's scary, because she's big and silly and I don't know her, but it's only been a month. Pretty soon I will know all her tricks, and be able to manage her better, and guide her to her best self. I hope. I did today, anyway, for 5 minutes. Or maybe almost an hour total.
She is a really kind horse around the barn. She just has to learn her job, and that she has tasks, and that it can be easy or it can be hard. That's the part she's learning now.
Dewey is okay with being the forgotten horse. He was a good leader on the trail, and doesn't mind her sneezing all over him. He's okay with me steering with my legs and butt as I haul her with my other hand, and it's good practice. Who knew I had a lower body.
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