![]() ![]() A huge sigh, full of the weight of not just the day or me upon him, but it felt to me like a dimensional sigh. We hadn’t really bonded since there wasn’t time before the lesson, so I patted him and said “good boy.” I know it works for dogs I haven’t a clue if that was the right endearment for Story. I don’t think Story would agree.Īt one point, my trainer left the huge ring to take a phone call, and Story and I were there by ourselves, with no one else around. My trainer simply called this hitting a “pressure point” on the horse. Story felt me, and listened, but his heart and spirit were not in what I was asking him to do. "It depends on how the horse is trained," he said. Some trainers had suggested that to me instead. “Do I squeeze instead of kick?,” I asked him. So he wanted me to keep kicking to move him forward when he started to slow down. My trainer wanted me to pace him, and told me that he would give minimum effort. ![]() I now realize it was because he had a lesson to teach me. I fell in love with all of them, though to be honest, Story I wasn’t drawn to like the others. He came after Oliver and Hamilton and Milo. ![]() Story was a former show horse, and the oldest horse I’ve ever been on. After three Eastern lessons, four Western lessons, and a couple of trail rides, here’s where I’ve netted out: I just can’t do it. ![]()
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