Post by Debbie on Aug 27, 2007 23:49:16 GMT -1
Sunday, Aug 27, 2007: My 'darling' Blossom and I ran about the field yesterday....thhhhhpppbbbttt....mid day sun too. I thought I'd pop in, and just play a little with the electric fence poles. Hey that went well She promptly stomped right over them as much to say 'accomplished'! Great!!!
So I pointed with my arm towards the shade and a pile of hay, and asked her to go over so we could stand in the shade. Silly me, I thought it might be nice to give her some scratchies whilst she munched and we both got out of the heat. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
She toddled off when I asked, I kept my body language relaxed, we were headed towards the pile exactly as I'd wanted....and then she got the gleam in her eye. I knew it before she'd turned, but my body doesn't move quick anymore. She'd done a rollback on me and scooted to the water trough as much to say 'neh, neh, neh!'
Sooo, I went back for her, disgusted, but here we go. Ditto. At this point, I got my lungewhip from the hay store. I managed to keep her aiming directly for the pile of hay and the shade that I was truly longing for....a l m o s t there and then the gleam, and did a rollback and took off the other direction.
She ran all the way to the top of her little hill, triumphant. No, she wasn't afraid of me, or the lungewhip little cheeky monkey....she was running circles round Mum, and she was gloating over the fact I could only do a little bit of running myself.
She got directed off the hill again, bucking into handstands, and enjoying herself thoroughly, I pointed to the other end of the field. She ran the way I pointed, and I relaxed....and then she reached the gate and planted, lower lip stuck out like a mule, ears tipped back to me as if to say "yeah, what are you going to do?". Snap the lungewhip behind your butt is what I'm going to do! After the second crack, she decided I wasn't going to back off and she bolted forwards again....the gleam in her eye.
...sigh....
Well this time I waited for to stop enroute to the shade and haypile. ( I was sweating heavily in the 90*F heat by this time). She did, and I totally ignored her as I stomped passed ..lungewhip, and electric pole dragging along the ground, and I stood in the much treasured shade, and simply beckoned to her. Game over. Mum's tired of running, and losing, and I'm fed up with being in the sun. Blossom looked surprised . We weren't playing the 'chase me' game anymore. And she came quite happily when I coaxed her again. Silly little girl.
Yep, she's a whole 'nother kettle of fish. I've got to keep thinking of very different ways of getting my point across, although she does better with positive reinforcement, Bill's words are always in the back of my mind with her, "Do not let her think she's gotten away with anything". Indeed.
At this point, I think Blossom's going to do better with leading games anyways, and any ideas I've got of possibly doing lunging/driving will need to be shelved for now. She may come round to the idea, and this Amish fellow up north might indeed know a way to make it all fun for her, but for now, I'm not going to be pushing those buttons.
We'll continue with sacking, and leading through puzzles. Blossom may change in the future, but she's currently in a phase that she seems to need to be led and shown , and she's not a pony that appreciates being driven. Its not just me, she did the same with Lady Bear, and I daresay she tried it with Maizy her mum, and most likely got plastered for her efforts.
I did do a little rubbing her with the lungewhip and electric pole (the bright yellow one), first left side, then I swung them to the right, to give her a hug, and try to rub on the withers. Yep, that got the reaction I expected....up went the head and she scooted away. She's very left side okay, right side spooky.
So I backed off, came up quietly, and as soon as she stood with me holding both on her, I walked off completely (her reward). Then repeated coming up to her right side. Once she stood still with me holding them at her withers, I had my head down, and walked right off completely, giving her some bravery. Then I tried once more to scratch with them in my lefthand at her withers, with the right hand scratching her favorite spot at the neck. She accepted that, and although her head was up, and she wasn't overly keen, she decided it wasn't all that bad. So we ended on a good note, and I went off all sweated up to overhaul the chicken cage. LOL, so much for my 'little' play session!
So I pointed with my arm towards the shade and a pile of hay, and asked her to go over so we could stand in the shade. Silly me, I thought it might be nice to give her some scratchies whilst she munched and we both got out of the heat. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
She toddled off when I asked, I kept my body language relaxed, we were headed towards the pile exactly as I'd wanted....and then she got the gleam in her eye. I knew it before she'd turned, but my body doesn't move quick anymore. She'd done a rollback on me and scooted to the water trough as much to say 'neh, neh, neh!'
Sooo, I went back for her, disgusted, but here we go. Ditto. At this point, I got my lungewhip from the hay store. I managed to keep her aiming directly for the pile of hay and the shade that I was truly longing for....a l m o s t there and then the gleam, and did a rollback and took off the other direction.
She ran all the way to the top of her little hill, triumphant. No, she wasn't afraid of me, or the lungewhip little cheeky monkey....she was running circles round Mum, and she was gloating over the fact I could only do a little bit of running myself.
She got directed off the hill again, bucking into handstands, and enjoying herself thoroughly, I pointed to the other end of the field. She ran the way I pointed, and I relaxed....and then she reached the gate and planted, lower lip stuck out like a mule, ears tipped back to me as if to say "yeah, what are you going to do?". Snap the lungewhip behind your butt is what I'm going to do! After the second crack, she decided I wasn't going to back off and she bolted forwards again....the gleam in her eye.
...sigh....
Well this time I waited for to stop enroute to the shade and haypile. ( I was sweating heavily in the 90*F heat by this time). She did, and I totally ignored her as I stomped passed ..lungewhip, and electric pole dragging along the ground, and I stood in the much treasured shade, and simply beckoned to her. Game over. Mum's tired of running, and losing, and I'm fed up with being in the sun. Blossom looked surprised . We weren't playing the 'chase me' game anymore. And she came quite happily when I coaxed her again. Silly little girl.
Yep, she's a whole 'nother kettle of fish. I've got to keep thinking of very different ways of getting my point across, although she does better with positive reinforcement, Bill's words are always in the back of my mind with her, "Do not let her think she's gotten away with anything". Indeed.
At this point, I think Blossom's going to do better with leading games anyways, and any ideas I've got of possibly doing lunging/driving will need to be shelved for now. She may come round to the idea, and this Amish fellow up north might indeed know a way to make it all fun for her, but for now, I'm not going to be pushing those buttons.
We'll continue with sacking, and leading through puzzles. Blossom may change in the future, but she's currently in a phase that she seems to need to be led and shown , and she's not a pony that appreciates being driven. Its not just me, she did the same with Lady Bear, and I daresay she tried it with Maizy her mum, and most likely got plastered for her efforts.
I did do a little rubbing her with the lungewhip and electric pole (the bright yellow one), first left side, then I swung them to the right, to give her a hug, and try to rub on the withers. Yep, that got the reaction I expected....up went the head and she scooted away. She's very left side okay, right side spooky.
So I backed off, came up quietly, and as soon as she stood with me holding both on her, I walked off completely (her reward). Then repeated coming up to her right side. Once she stood still with me holding them at her withers, I had my head down, and walked right off completely, giving her some bravery. Then I tried once more to scratch with them in my lefthand at her withers, with the right hand scratching her favorite spot at the neck. She accepted that, and although her head was up, and she wasn't overly keen, she decided it wasn't all that bad. So we ended on a good note, and I went off all sweated up to overhaul the chicken cage. LOL, so much for my 'little' play session!