Sunday, July 18, 2010
In Which We Started Training
So since we're having a foal and since the foal has to be trained, and I have to do the training. I'm practicing on Kitt and I decided it was never to soon to start. There's just one thing, it's 97 degrees, with 90% humidity, low barometric pressure and bad air. So that's sort of limits things. I decided we'd work on getting a bath, which Kitt just hates. So we get to the bathing area, she sees the hose, starts her squirming away two step, I give her a good yank on the lead line, tell her in no uncertain terms that she is so getting the bath and then she stood still, like the good trouper she is, let me bath her scrape her and spray her with fly spray. I unhooked the lead line at the same time one of the women from the barn was leading her horse to the mare field. I swear to God, she put her nose in the air, refused to look at me and followed the mare into the field. I trotted after them and looked at Kitt who had scooted into the run in shed. She looked at me, like "how could you," And unfortunately, I guess, I just laughed and said Pussy Cat Horse, you know I love you but we've got be up to speed with this training thing before the baby gets here.
I know that a lot of you are going to think she doesn't respect me. Well maybe she doesn't but she does love me, she puts her head out of the stall, in the summer when she hears my car, and in the winter, she's right up at the fence when I come to get her. I'll keep you posted on my training. Oh yes, we've done all of this before, so none of it should come as a shock to her.
I decided to leave you with something pretty.