I have had the most annoying morning ever, stick with me, I just need to vent.
So I knew being Melbourne it was going to storm during the day, and I hadn't worked my horses for a few days, so I dragged myself up at 8 and me and Lady took the 15 minute walk to the paddock.
Ok quick horsey lesson;
My Thoroughbred is plain green. This means he's still learning how to listen to leg aids, where to put his legs, how to get on the bit and round his frame.
Leg aids is a way to communicate with the horse by using pressure on the horse's girth. Pressure(yeilding) from the left leg makes the horse move right, and yeilding from the right leg makes the horse go left as they try to get away from the pressure.
Horses naturally power from their forehand(front end) some will also hollow their back and raise their head. Its very easy for a horse to ride like this, takes a lot less effort. The desired position is all their weight in their hind quarters, their back facing up(if that makes sense) and 'on the bit'(they will react better to the rein). The horse and rider can then control and use his energy and muscles more efficiently.
Anyway, to work on Wiley's 'position', I need to walk him around the arena, and bend him into the corner(using leg aids, plus some other things but its irrelevent). Once he is relaxed he will stretch his head forward and down and lean into the bit and this is the beginning of making him frame up.
WELL, something that is meant to take 10 minutes, took 30 until I said quite explicitly 'eff this Wiley, for eff sake'. He wasn't listening to my aids, he was cutting corners, the top of his head(poll) was about at shoulder height, he was fighting the bit and opening his mouth as if I was holding his reins to tight. I was so frustrated, so I got off, and put him in the round yard.
I lunged him for about 15 minutes, 10 minute trotting, 5 minute canter finish. Well, what I hoped was a finish.
Not only has he decided he wasn't going to listen to my leg aid, he wasn't gonna listen to my voice aid. I stood for about 2 minutes saying 'wooooooah' and absolutely NO reponse at all. I started to tear up with frustration(I could see the storm coming and I just wanted to get on and finish him up). Usually I say woah, he stops and then I call him in to the middle. I threw this out the window and just walked over to him as he's cantering around. He spun around and galloped as fast as he could in the tiny yard. Then I moved my neck to quickly and got whip lash(or something like that).
I sat in the middle of the yard while he GALLOPED for 10 minutes non stop. Smashing his hooves into the posts. He started to slow down, so i stood up and he galloped for another 5 minutes.
It wasn't until he was foaming that he finally stopped. The storm was coming, but I didn't care, this brat of a horse wasn't getting away with not being ridden. I got back on and attempted more bending.
Nup, nothing. Not paying attention at all.
Fine, back to the lunge yard. The exact same thing as before happened.
Once he finished, I got back on and still head as high as a giraffe, fighting the bit. By now im bawling As I got off I wimpered 'what the eff Wiley...'.
I untacked him and bent one of my nails back while doing that. I washed him and fed him.
I started walking home and down comes the terential rain. And guess what, I was wearing a white top
Yeah, we only got a little bit wet.
1. My horse has taken about 4 steps back in our training.
2. I have a sore neck.
3. I bent my nail backwards.
4. I got soaked.
5. I had to walk home with a see through top.