Monday, February 1, 2010

Getting Through Winter

This time of year, it is often hard to find the motivation to do much riding. It is cold and wet, there is snow on the ground, the days are short and the horses are often filthy. But keeping up even an abbreviated schedule throughout the winter will help your horse, and yourself, feel better when spring finally rolls around.

Many horse owners cannot afford the luxury of an indoor riding arena, so during the winter months, riding time is very dependent on the weather conditions. Even if there is no immediate precipitation, footing in an outdoor arena can be affected for days, or weeks, and create a hazard for riding at anything faster than a walk. What is important to your horse, though, is keeping to a daily ritual. A horse that is kept in 'work mode' all winter will be more willing to go along with your preparations for heavier riding in the spring. What a horse requires to stay in work mode varies by the horse, but generally, just doing something one on one with them 4-6 times per week will keep them fresh and interested. I have found that horses are much like humans, in that when they take an extended vacation, it is harder to get back to work afterward. The longer the vacation, the harder it is! So frequent interaction keeps them thinking that they are still on duty.

If footing is an issue for you, in your outdoor riding area, you can work your horse on a lunge line, for exercise, as well as for staying in sync with your body language and cues. Find the driest area you can, and don't push the horse to go fast; instead focus on keeping your voice and body cues consistent, and insist that your horse respond quickly. Ask the horse to walk (and trot if footing allows), both directions, going around 3-6 times per direction before reversing. When you change directions, insist that your horse NOT come in to you, in the middle of the circle, and also, that he waits for you to give him the go-ahead before zipping off in the other direction. Be consistent in your use of the word, "Whoa." Whoa means "all four feet stop now," not "easy," or "slow down," or "please do what I ask." When your horse responds positively, forgo the treats, but reward him generously with your voice, and if necessary, your hands.

If you can't find a good place to lunge, work your horse on a lead line; asking him to move both his hind quarters and his front end away from you in a pivot. Work on getting him to do a nice, straight back up with as little pressure as possible on the halter. Another great skill is trotting in a straight line next to the handler - so many horses aren't taught this, but even if you never show in showmanship or halter classes, being able to trot in a straight line in a halter is essential if your vet ever needs to examine your horse's legs.

On the days you can neither ride nor lunge, stay with your daily schedule with an extended grooming session. This is pleasurable for both you and your horse, and will bond you together, which is always proactive. Running your hands all over your horse not only relaxes your horse, it gives you an opportunity to feel for injuries under all that winter fur! If your horse has any 'touchy' areas, now is the time to work on them. Carefully, but determinately, touch and stroke around the area your horse is shy about, working toward it. Don't tickle or use too light of pressure; massage and scratching is usually more acceptable. This is one of those times that treats are allowed and can help 'sweeten the deal' for a shy or timid horse.

If you are lucky enough to have an arena, but don't want to spend much time in the cold, focus on slow speed work with your horse. A half an hour of bending and flexing at the walk is a fantastic way to keep a horse in shape without a long time commitment. It's like horsey yoga! If you do this regularly all winter, your horse will be lighter in the bridle and more willing, in the spring, when it's time to return to competition, or the trails. On the days that you ride your horse a little harder, take frequent walk breaks to keep your horse from getting too sweaty. Some horses get sweaty no matter what you do; make sure you have a 'cooler' ready to throw on them as soon as you get off, and keep it on until the horse is no longer steaming, and is mostly dry. If you don't have a cooler, try to keep your horse out of the wind, and use brushes and towels to get them dry as quickly as possible after you are unsaddled.

Over the Christmas and New Year's holidays of 2009, we had truly horrible weather here in Kansas. Aside from doing the basic chores, the temperatures were so low that it was necessary to stay inside, rather than attempt any horse activities. But even if your can't work your horse, keep yourself in 'work mode.' I work out every day, regardless of the weather, and this really helps battle the winter blues. Staying fit and flexible all winter makes my springtime go so much easier! There are so many options now for working out at home, from DVD's to online to the Wii system. Even if you just get on the floor and stretch, you will feel better and mentally, you will be sticking with a regimen - a key to making these seemingly long winter days go by a little quicker. Bring on spring!! :)

Friday, January 29, 2010

Why I Changed My Mind About Helmets

I started riding very young, and was very much a daredevil about it. The first equine I rode was a Shetland pony named Molly, who happened to be blind in one eye. Molly was owned by my dad's pit crew chief, Vick, as my dad raced stock cars locally on the weekends, and kept the car at Vick's garage. During the week, my dad and Vick would work on the car, so I would beg to go along so that I could see Molly. She was a tolerant babysitter, but like most ponies, she basically did what she wanted & occasionally humored me by going along with what I wanted to do. Vick gave me a few pointers, but I was pretty much on my own, which meant that I almost always rode bareback, and sometimes with only a halter. Once, I decided to put a bridle on her, even though it had only one rein. I got on Molly, and off we went, ending up way out in a cornfield, where we couldn't see very well. I decided I wanted her to turn back, but having only one rein, the pony would not listen, and continued on her given trajectory of straight out to the middle of nowhere. I pulled and kicked and got nothing, except a faster pace. Being a child of about five, this was very scary! I finally jumped off, and led the pony back, and learned an important lesson about having the proper equipment. But that equipment did not include a helmet.

My parents finally relented to my endless begging, and enrolled me in lessons at a local stable. Soon after, they gave in once again, and bought me my first horse, a Half-Arabian, half Paint mare named Cherokee Dawn. That mare was nearly a saint, putting up with all the mistakes a kid can make while learning to ride, along with having flowers and tinsel festooning her bridle, parades, costumes, and showing in every class at a horse show. I loved and trusted her immensely, and to prove this, I would go out into the pasture to get her, get her up against a tree stump to climb on, and then I would ride her around without any equipment of any kind. This might not seem very remarkable, but this was in a huge pasture, with maybe 20 or more horses out there with me. And I wouldn't just walk - I would be galloping!

At the time, no one wore helmets. I had a 'hunt cap' that I wore to show English in, but it had no substance to it whatsoever. Just a flocked plastic hat. The only instances that I knew of where riders wore real helmets was while racing or at high-level jumping or eventing competitions. Even when I took jumping lessons from a very well-known instructor in our area, there was no request that I wear a helmet. And I definitely had my share of spills, though, remarkably, my worst injury was a cracked shoulder. Others were not so lucky, but still, that didn't send me a message that I should protect my skull while mounted. As a teenager, I became a very confident, experienced rider, which added even more bravado to my attitude. Helmets, when they were eventually introduced to the horse-riding public as daily-use equipment, were for beginners, not for someone who would climb on a gigantic, barely-broke, fire-breathing Saddlebred stallion, "just for fun." I would NEVER have put a helmet on at a show - as it would have felt like the kiss of death, competition-wise. It would have been like carrying a big sign that said, "I can't handle my horse." Or so it seemed to me at the time.

As an adult, I have made my living giving riding lessons, training and showing clients horses, and breeding a few mares. I took some time off from 2005 to 2008 to have my two children, and then began to take on customers again in the latter half of 2008. During the spring of 2009, I took on a 3 yr old Quarter Horse gelding, Harley, who needed some tuning up and retraining. I was riding again, and it felt great, though I can admit that I was rusty from the time off. It was during this time that the actress Natasha Richardson died in a skiing accident, which led to a very important, personal 'aha' moment for me. At this point, I did own a helmet, but it had seen little use; I only wore it if I was riding a horse that was very green or if I was going to trail ride on or near pavement. I was not wearing it while I rode Harley, as I perceived him to be gentle and predictable. After hearing about Natasha's death, I felt like someone had taken me by the collar and shook me. She was on skis - her head was only the length of her body off the ground, and witnesses said she was moving slowly. She basically just lost her balance, and whoopsy-daisy! And while I didn't know her, it isn't hard to imagine that being smart, independent and slightly embarrassed, why she refused any medical help. This is undoubtedly how I would have handled it too - don't fuss over me, I'm fine! But she wasn't.

When I ride, I am further off the ground than my own height, I am at the mercy of physics, and I am moving at speed. A slight misstep, a physical failure on the horse's part, equipment failure, a slip or stumble on bad footing, a sudden spook or a well-timed buck, and the rider becomes a lawn dart. Falling off a galloping horse is much like being hit by a vehicle going anywhere from 15 to 30 mph. Sometimes you are able to fall "well," where your limbs are tucked in and you can roll out of the way. Other times, events happen so quickly, that the rider cannot possibly prepare for it. Usually, you don't get to make a choice of where you are going to land; you might land on hard concrete, or protruding rocks, or you could hit something upright, like a fence, a building, or a tree. Once you are on the ground, you are at risk to be hit by your own horses' hooves, or even by another horse you are riding with. And the brain is a delicate structure - it only takes a small bruise for swelling to occur, and blood to leak, creating pressure against the unyielding skull. Even mild brain injuries can take a long time to come back from; more severe injuries can cause permanent damage, and of course, death.

For years I have required my students to wear helmets, as was required by my liability insurance. And I am constantly trying to improve their balance and technique, so as to avoid falling off, something that riding instructors truly do not like to see their students do. But for some reason, I still believed myself to be invincible. But that changed on March 18, 2009. I had two small children now, and I knew in my heart that NO ONE is indestructible. The sad thought of Natasha Richardson's family mourning her, knowing that if she had only had a helmet on, she would still be with them, changed my mind forever about putting that helmet on. Now I wear it every time I ride, whether it's a young horse, or my one of my old campaigners. My children will grow up wearing them, and will never know the difference. And I have become evangelical about wearing them to 'non-believers'. Personally, I would like to ride my whole life; maybe I'll be able to still be a "daredevil' when I'm 90! A helmet is a little insurance policy that I will be able to do so.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Day One

Hello! I am brand new to this blogging thing, but am looking for new ways to reach other horse people. I am a horse breeder/trainer/riding instructor, and have been riding since I was a young child. I am hoping that this blog creates an open discussion about the methods I use, my views on how horses should be handled, and most importantly, help and influence others to make this a better world for horses, and horse people.

I live south of Kansas City, and right now, we are expecting a snow storm this evening that has the potential to dump 9 inches of snow on us! :( And just when we were beginning to dry out! With this storm comes the return of very cold temperatures, which means taking care of my horses will require a lot more time and effort. We own 11 horses, and three are elderly, so keeping them drinking plenty of water during the cold snaps is always a challenge. After the weather we had over Christmas & New Year's, though, I should feel more confident about this 'little' storm. I know we will get through it, but still - I am ready for spring!

I have a wonderful Arabian gelding, Jake, who is 32, whom I have owned him since he was 4. I love this horse!! I made a vow to him a long time ago that I would personally see to it that he was always taken care of in the best way possible. Short of my own death, nothing will stop me from fulfilling my promise to him. So often, when animals are no longer 'useful,' they are sent down the road, and then, "oughta sight is oughta mind." My feeling is that Jake gave me his best all his life - not that he was a 'perfect' horse, but he gave HIS best - and giving him my best means that I am responsible for giving him a nice green field to relax in, making sure he gets the right feed, gets wormed, etc. and ultimately, that I am there to make the decision that he is no longer physically able to live comfortably, because I KNOW HIM BEST. I owe that to him. It really upsets me when people use up a horse, whether through competition or pleasure use, and then trade the horse off for another one that they can use up, without a thought to the consequences for that animal. Where is the loyalty? Would they do that with their dog? Their employee? Their spouse? It is one thing to find good homes for animals that you can't handle, don't fit with what you want to do, etc., and there are lots of instances where the original owner wasn't really a 'good home." But if you are a knowledgable, seasoned horseman with the means to keep your retirees, then don't you owe it to them? I think you can tell alot about trainers who have the dedication to keep their old horses close to home!