Gotta love Mr. Blessi who thinks for himself so he can keep his rider
safe. Karina was schooling him
today to refresh his lateral work. As a
lovey light, dressage trainer, she carried a crop, not to hit or tap,
but to touch or motion towards his hindquarters to remind him that his
hind legs can cross over and his butt keep even with his forequarters. As a special treat at the end of the lesson, Karina got to play with my
medieval lance and attempt to spear a pig (a chunk of styrofoam).
You need to hold the lance in a certain way so you don't
break your elbow when the weight of the stuck pig carries the lance
backwards. This is usually hard for a newbie to grasp how to handle a
10 foot lance on horseback. Karina whacked Blessi in the butt multiple
times learning this skill. He never even flinched or moved since he
makes the distinction between crop handled by dressage instructor and
lance in newbie's hands--even when it is the same person.
As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
Pages
- Postings
- Jules Verne & Icelandic Horse
- Icelandic Pony in William Morris' Kitchen
- Icelandic Horse Books
- Icelandic Breeding Standards
- Best of Blessi Stories
- Is this trotty, pacey or clear tolt or rack
- MCOA Hereditary Eye Defect in Silver Dapples
- Bone Spavin in the Icelandic Horse
- Laminitis
- Velkomin, Bienvenu--How to translate Blessiblog
- MtDNA Origins of the Icelandic Horse
- Icelandic Horse Twins--A Wonderful and Cautionary Tale
- Using World Fengur
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
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