2 years!

Memorial Day weekend is special.  We have active and former military members in our family that deserve acknowledgement - thank you for your service.  Best Husband Ever is a former Marine and a current police officer, and I am so proud of him every day that my heart could burst.

Memorial Day weekend is also the weekend that I met and adopted Nox.  This year is our two year anniversary.  I can hardy believe that we have been together for two years.  On one hand, I feel like I've known him forever; on the other, I feel like we should be much further along.  Nox has been on stall rest for months, he acts like a doofus on the lunge line, and he still doesn't tie reliably.  However, he nickers for me when he hears me in the barn, he usually tries to do what he thinks I want him to do, and he seems to enjoy my company.

In my opinion, there are two things in life worth waiting for: a great love, and a great horse.  I'm fortunate enough to have both at the same time.

A spring bouquet for Nox.

Best Husband Ever and Nox, enjoying the view outside.

The racehorse I bet on every day

Yesterday was the Kentucky Derby and congratulations to winner California Chrome!  He's the first California bred horse to win the derby in 52 years - so here's a little shout out to my California family! I missed watching the race because I was hanging out with my own retired racehorse at our quiet little barn.  I wonder sometimes if Nox remembers his glory days.  I'm sure that horses have memories - Nox always remembers where I hid treats in the indoor ring the day before, or what I expect him to do during stretch sessions.  Why wouldn't he remember the sounds, smells, and feelings of a race day?  He is certainly a ham whenever there is an audience around and he really shows off when people applaud his antics.  I think he remembers. 

It was a rainy afternoon, but I opened the barn door and let Nox hang his head out into the showers and wind.  I was hoping that the vet would be able to clear Nox for full work this week, but I've decided to postpone her evaluation.  I've been working with him on the lunge line and when he trots I can see that he is still not 100%.  I don't want to waste her time (or my money) to have her come out and tell me he needs more time.  Hopefully in June, I can ask Dr. Meg to come up and look at him.  She told me in March that these injuries can take a year or more to heal, and we're only at month 7, so patience is key.  I'm not in a hurry for my sake, but as soon as the sun comes out and the pastures are dry and filled with green grass, I want Nox to be able to get out there and enjoy it!

Nox has shed out most of his thick winter coat, but I'm still currying out tons of the fine shorter hairs.  The little birds in the barn hop around us in the indoor ring as I groom him, picking up bunches of soft hairs and flitting off.  This time last year, I had already given him his first bath!  It's far to cold right now to attempt a bath (it's still dipping into the 30's at night!), but I can't wait to scrub him up and wash the months of dust and dirt off.  He loves the wash mitt and being sprayed with the hose.  Hurry up summer!

I'm getting better at these horse selfies, but I need a longer arm to get both his ears and his nose in the frame.

Nox, enjoying retirement as he looks out at his green pastures.

   

   

April showers brought Spring - finally!

Today was 70 degrees and sunny!  The winter that would never end has finally given up to Spring and it feels great!  We dragged open the side door of the indoor ring so the horses could hang their heads out the window and feel the sunshine and fresh air.  It's still very muddy and the pastures are filled with water, so the horses can't be outside yet, but they can at least hang their heads out!  Nox really enjoyed it, so I took the opportunity to take some photos.

We are doing well in our modified training.  Nox is re-learning how to walk and trot on a lunge line.  I used a lunge line with him last summer and he had a difficult time understanding the concept, and he is still confused.  Nox likes to cut in each lap around, making the circle smaller and smaller until I can practically reach out and pet his shoulder as he goes by.  My attempts to shoo him out usually result in him bucking, throwing a fit, and stopping.  We're working on it and slowly we're making progress.  I have to end each session on a good note, so after Nox is lunging well, I slow him down, give him a carrot, and stop.  A session may last 3 minutes or 15, but he's doing better each day.

I came across a great quote a while ago that I'm applying to my methods with Nox: The horse does one of two things.  He does what he thinks he's supposed to do, or he does what he thinks he needs to do to survive. ~ Ray Hunt.  Nox is either learning or surviving, and it's my attitude and approach that determines which mindset he is in.

Fresh air!

Happy Spring!

1 Month Later...

What an improvement a little exercise makes!  Nox is happier, calmer, and much easier to handle these days.  He still has a few moments of defiance while free lunging, but not the aggressive behavior from a month ago.  Now that I'm not afraid that he's going to strike me or run me over, we can do this:

In another month, the vet will return to evaluate his progress.

I took another photo of Nox a few days ago.  I had just finished grooming him (he is shedding like crazy!) and he knew he looked good!  

As Hayley says, "He is the Clooney of horses".

Handsome guy

So far, Nox is behaving much better now that he's getting a little exercise and training time.  Today we free lunged at the walk, with a little bit of trotting, for 15 minutes with minimal drama!  He also stood quietly enough during the grooming session for me to pull his mane (make it shorter).  I've been letting his mane grow out this winter, mostly because I imagined that it helped keep his neck warm - his hair is very thick - but I really prefer to keep his mane short in the hunter style.  After an hour of currying, brushing, and mane pulling, I snapped this picture of him:

    Isn't he handsome?

Peace and Hope

Today I went to the barn full of hope.  Nox was calm and greeted me with a nicker when he saw me.  I slipped his blanket off while he stood quietly in his stall.  Before turning him out in the ring, I went in to put the ground poles out in the cross pattern that I use when I'm free lunging Nox.  I heard him nicker happily when he heard the first pole hit the dirt with a clomp.  I smiled.  He loves to work.

I turned Nox out in the ring while I cleaned his stall.  He rolled a few times and then stood by the gate and waited for me.  I picked up the lunge whip, entered the ring, and took my place in the center.  I asked Nox to walk to the left.  He turned to the left and started walking - fast.  He wanted to trot, so I told him to trot.  He leaped forward and cantered a few strides, let out one buck, and then settled into a nice trot.  That was all.  No more drama.  We free lunged for 15 minutes... calmly... working as a team.  Afterwards, I groomed him and he was so good!  He chewed on the lead rope a few times, but never once went for my hand.  His eyes were soft and his expression sweet, just like my Nox.

I am relieved and hopeful that we are back on track.  I'm sure there will be more days when I will need to remind him that he's second in our herd of two, and I'm prepared to do so, but hopefully the daily exercise will make everything easier.

I just love him so much.

The Battle

I hesitated to write this post for two reasons:
1. I don't enjoy this part of horsemanship and I don't want to glorify it.  I certainly don't want to make myself out to be a horse whisperer or the equine equivalent of Cesar Milan.  I'm not.
2. I don't want to alarm my friends and family, who are the bulk of my blog readers. 

In the end, I decided to write this post because:
1. Working with horses is not all about great rides, soft muzzles, and pretty ponies.  Sometimes it is an explosive clash of wills between a 1200 lb animal and a measly human.  I think it's only fair to be honest and write about the bad times as much as the good.  If other horse people ever read this blog, and they have bad days with their beloved horses, I wouldn't want them to feel alone.
2. There are many ways people can get hurt in this world (car accidents, falls on ice, etc.).  If something ever happens to me at the barn, you can all take comfort in the fact that I went out with my boots on and doing what I loved. 

By the time last Tuesday rolled around, Nox was officially unmanageable.  For two weeks, he had been kicking the walls and rearing in his stall.  I hurt my neck last week (see my comment about falling on ice) and so Best Husband Ever took care of Nox on Sunday.  Nox bit him on the arm and left a huge bruise.  On Monday, Nox bit the stable owner as he brought hay into his stall.  On Tuesday, when I led him out into the indoor ring to groom him, he reared up and struck out at me with his front hoof.  I ducked and quickly unclasped the lead rope from his halter.  Nox spun around and tried to kick me with both hind legs as I scrambled out of the ring.  I stood on the other side of the fence, trying to calm myself, as the horse I loved stomped, snorted, and kicked out in my direction.  For the first time, I was afraid of my horse.

"Have you LOST your mind?", I asked him.  I quickly came to realization that I would rather have a lame horse that was respectful and sweet, than a sound horse that was aggressive and terrifying.  Torn ligament and stall rest be damned, I had to put a stop to this RIGHT NOW.

I grabbed one of the long lunge whips, entered the arena with as much confidence and composure as I could muster, and took my place in the center of the ring.  I held up the whip, pointed in the direction I wanted Nox to move, and told him to "TROT!".  He reared, struck out, and bucked.  The battle was on.  We were going to fight this out until one of us lost, and it was NOT going to be me.  If I lost this battle, I would lose my horse.

For 20 minutes we went round and round - Nox trying to go where he wanted, and I trying to make him move where I wanted.  He kicked, jumped, swerved, reared, bucked, and did everything he could to intimidate me.  Twice, he faced me, muscles tensed and head cocked, seriously considering running me over.  Twice, I roared at him to "MOVE" and charged at him with the whip slashing in front of me.  Twice, he turned and ran.  Those were the scariest moments, but instinct took over and I knew I had to scarier and more aggressive than him.

20 minutes... he was sweating and blowing hard through his flared nostrils.  My heart was pounding, but I tried to maintain a confident and calm facade, forcing myself to speak calmly when he was running in the direction I asked him to, ramping it up only when he spun around and lashed out.

20 minutes... and then Nox conceded.  He started to listen to my commands and run in a circle around me.  I told him to trot and he slowed to a trot, free lunging like we did before he went on stall rest.  A few laps later I told him to walk, and he slowed to a walk.  I kept him walking for a while, occasionally telling him to stop, and then walk again, to test his obedience.  He had a calmer demeanor and his focus was on me in a positive way, not an aggressive way.  I asked him to "whoa" and he stopped.  We stood there for a few minutes.  I put the whip down and walked to him.  His eye was soft and I patted his wet, dripping shoulder, talking softly but firmly.

I turned and walked toward the gate to get his lead rope, thinking Nox would stay where he was, but he followed me quietly, head down and a few steps behind.  I hooked his lead rope to his halter and spent the next hour grooming him.  Nox was behaving as he was before he went on stall rest.  I won back his respect and obedience in that 20 minutes.  I was worried about his ligament and afraid that I may have undone 4 months of stall rest in that battle, but the vet was coming the next day, and I knew that she would understand.  Above all, Nox must be a safe horse.

Wednesday, the vet came to re-evaluate Nox.  I explained to Dr. Meg how the last two weeks had been, and how it all came to head the day before.  She listened and nodded.  Nox was better behaved than usual during the exam, but he did try to nip a few times.  Dr. Meg declared him to be 80% improved.  For his sanity and everyone's safety, she ordered him to be on modified rest for 2 more months.  I could turn him out in the indoor ring, and I could do 15 minutes of free lunging with him at the walk and trot to the left.  Dr. Meg suggested I do some long-rein ground work with him, if he is calm enough.  He needs to be exercised and I need to be able to exert this kind of control over him to remain "in charge".  The light exercise might slow down his healing, but it is necessary, and hopefully it will stop him from kicking and rearing in his stall, which I'm sure isn't helping.

I am pleased with this plan.  Dr. Meg will come back in the beginning of May to re-evaluate him, and we'll see what we can do from there.