Oy… what a day!
I haven’t done much lately with Panda-chan - it’s been hot, and I spent a lot of time last week with my father-in-law, schlepping him around to various appointments. But we’ve done some short longeing sessions, and some walks where we’ve worked on “whoa” and having 2 different walk speeds.
Yesterday, I longed him for about 10 minutes after I rode the other 2, and he seemed to be starting to get the trot - walk - trot voice commands.
Today, I decided to tack him up & ground drive him. He wasn’t terribly interested in standing still to be groomed & have his feet picked, but we managed. Also wasn’t thrilled by the bridle, but again, we managed.
And off we went to the arena, which is about 25m x 30m. As I drove him in, I shoved the gate shut behind me, but didn’t stop to latch it. So there was a little gap, but it was mostly shut. (Yeah, yeah, I know :lol:)
So we worked. I walked beside him. I walked behind him. I walked on the off side. We turned. We walked through the low cavalletti in the middle of the arena. We whoa’d. We walked. We turned. We whoa’d. He wiggled. We whoa’d some more.
And then, the little sh!t took off. No warning, no obvious reason - no swarm of Africanized bees descending on his furry little butt. He just took off. Dropped his hiney into low gear and away he went. I water-skied behind him for a bit, bellowing “Whoa!” and “Damnit, pony!”, but then I couldn’t hold the lines, and he was free.
He made a couple laps of the arena at a gallop, then stopped just past the gate and turned to look at me. As he did that, I saw him look over at the gate - the not-quite-shut gate - the a-clever-pony-could-nudge-this-open gate. So I scooted on over and latched it, and then went to collect the evil one.
And we walked. And we turned. And we whoa’d. And we walked some more.
And the little sh!t took off again! This time, fortunately, I was able to hang onto the near rein and get his head cranked around so that he stopped. Kinda hard to run when you’re folded in half, I guess.
I grabbed the other rein as I walked over to him, but then I was stuck. I had a firm grip on both reins, hanging on his face to keep him still, as he revved his engines and sort of piaffed, but the off-side rein was between his hind legs. I considered and rejected the idea of trying to work him like that… and managed to get that rein back where it belonged without losing him again.
And we walked. And we turned. And we turned in the other direction. And then we turned some more. And we whoa’d. And walked. And whoa’d. And turned.
When I decided that he had sufficiently paid for his sins, I realized I was stuck again. I did NOT want to drive him out the gate and over to the trailer to get him untacked, just in case he decided he should take off again. But his halter & lead rope were over at the trailer.
So I drove him far away from the gate, took a death grip on the reins under his chin with one hand, pulled the reins through the tugs (that’s how I’ve been ground-driving him, so I have a better chance of keeping him from spinning to face me - in theory), undid the crupper, undid the overcheck, undid the girth, and pulled off the harness. (Thank goodness he’s small, so I could reach everything while holding his face!) Then I took off the bridle and ignored his pleas for a post-workout treat.
Then I went and got his halter and the long lead rope I use to longe him, and his furry little butt got worked some more. NEXT time, I’ll be doing that BEFORE I harness him!
NEXT time, I will also either be tacking him up inside the arena, or I will be bringing his halter and lead rope with us to the arena. Where the gate will be shut and latched.
On the plus side, as we were walking back to the pens where his big brothers were having breakfast, I made him whoa several times, and he halted quite nicely. And promptly. So he did get one mint - on the ground because he’s mouthy - right before he got put away.
Can someone please remind me why I thought this would be a good idea?