Kaswyn, the wonder Arab.
He's been feeling surprisingly good lately. And I almost fell off him a week ago.
I've been following my typical routine of riding him bareback and in a halter. We have just been trotting around a bit, and he's really felt decent for such an old fart. He's no stranger to the mounting block. However, he's been getting very excited about every ride. While I understand his enthusiasm, it's imperative that he stand still at the mounting block.
Somehow, one evening, he decided that trotting off while I was 25% on his back would be a good thing.
It was one of those "Oh no, oh NO, I'm going to fall off OH SHIT HORSE STOP!!!!
I said WHOA! I hollered his name. I swore a few times. He did not stop. I grabbed mane. I used my lead rope as leverage and steered him towards the wall. That was the thing that stopped him. I was able to shimmy my butt onto his back and avoid hitting the dirt and making the walk of shame back to my loose horse (LOOSE HORSE!! LOOSE HORSE!!). Even though I saved that particular situation, something had to be done.
Time to be tough about the mounting protocol! Now when I get on him, I make him face the wall. I tell him to WHOA and pull the lead rope to make him know I mean business. So far the's been pretty good.
The problem is that Kaswyn has a sense of humor. He's the funniest horse that he knows. He thinks it's funny to pretend to bite me. He thinks it's hilarious to grab my coat in his teeth and yank me around. He thinks it's the funniest thing ever to grab the halter in his teeth when I'm trying to put the halter on him.
Don't get me wrong, I love his shenanigans. When he's feeling good, he goofs around. When the goofing around stops, then I know he's hurting somewhere, somehow.
So I hope Mr. K keeps up with the silliness, because right now that old boy is feeling GREAT.
Happy Birthday Mr. Blue
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