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Post by lorilie on Jun 27, 2010 23:19:58 GMT -6
Blythe Rhydderch walked out to the round pen, her gait smooth and easy in the morning light. The cowgirl was used to waking up this early, and she loved doing so, truth be told.
The reason for her wakefulness this day, however, was differant.
One of the students had posted about a "problem horse", and his need for a trainer. Blythe thought she might be able to help the boy with the gelding, and so she'd offered her assisstance to him and the Thoroughbred, and he'd accepted, even if it was rather hesitantly. Blythe had arranged for him to meet her at six thirty, and so, here she was, her year old collie pup trotting next to her boots as they both wandered to the round pen, the warm sun beginnning to warm the ground over the horizon, and casting long, stretching shadows. Blythe touched the brim of her hat to bring it down more when she reached the pen, and waited for her client. |
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Post by lemons on Jun 28, 2010 0:43:23 GMT -6
"Oh shut up!" Riley said through gritted teeth. He was trying both attach a lead to the buckskins halter and stay as far away from the horse as possible. Arizona, meanwhile was snorting, and pacing around, pausing to snatch bits of hay from his hat-net. After about 2 minutes of the "Let's See How Long We Can Avoid Being Taken Out Of The The Stall Game", Riley managed to clip the lead to Arizona's halter. Riley turned, and practically pulled his horse out of the barn and into the sunlight. Once outside, Arizona started walking very quickly over to a patch of particularly green grass.
"Come one, that's probably loaded with ammonium nitrate" Riley said, again dragging the horse in the diction of the round-pen.
Somehow, he made it there, or at least in sight of it. Suddenly, Arizona bolted. Riley just let go of the lead, not wanting to be dragged. Fortunately, he stopped next to a patch of grass and started grazing.
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Notes: Outfit coming soon....
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Post by lorilie on Jun 28, 2010 0:59:27 GMT -6
Blythe looked up at the sudden commontion of hooves, and saw a handsome Thoroughbred bolting with a teenager on the end of the lead. Already, she could assess problems. For one, the teenager was irratated, and that transmitted to his horse. For another, he was a rough handler, and the Thoroughbred didn't have much respect for him.
So, Blythe walked over to her client and his horse, talking to the boy in her deep Tennessee accent while going over to Arizona. "Mornin' Riley. I'm Ms. Rhydderch, but, I prefer Ms. R. I assume this is Arizona?" She reached down and took the gelding's halter, lifting up his head. The buckskin pricked his ears at her and snorted. She huffed a breath into his nostrils, and received a snort in her face in return. She nodded. Arizona had just accepted her scent, which was a pleasing sign. Now he would always know it was her. Scent blowing was a classic horse greeting, something she'd learned back home.
Blythe took the lead from Riley, and began to lead the gelding to the round pen. "Don't go anywhere, young'un. Yo're bein' trained to. Don't make me sic either my horses or my dog on ya."
Arizona pulled on his lead, and Blythe tugged his head gently in response. The buckskin looked at her in surprise, and walked beside her docilely for a few steps before trying again, only to recieve the same response.
The tugging continued to the pen, but once the pair entered, and no grass was around the movements of his head ceased. Blythe unhaltered the thoroughbred, and studied his movements for a few minutes before turning to Riley, who she'd left outside the pen.
"Your gelding hasn't been taught to respect you. That's your main problem. Your other problems are that you're very rough with him, and you don't seem to enjoy ever being around him, making him not particulary happy to be around you." |
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Post by lemons on Jun 28, 2010 2:21:18 GMT -6
"Morning.... Yeah, that's Arizona." Riley's eyebrow shot up as Ms. R blew up Arizona's nose. Ms. R then said something that Riley didn't really understand.. Something about don't go anywhere and horses and dogs. The world will never know.
Ms. R then lead Arizona into the round pen, gently tugging back every time Arizona did. It seemed to work, at least for now. Ms. R then went and took Arizona's halter off, a move that Riley thought was unwise. Arizona was the type of horse who was nearly impossible to halter. She then watched Arizona for a bit before turn to look at him.
"Well... He never really did respect anyone. It takes either a double bridle or a corkscrew and our most experienced exercise rider to control him, and even then, he'll still put people in the hospital. Your right about me not enjoying being around him... He did mow me down me down when I was 7," Riley replied.
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Notes: Welp, here's the tack that's Arizona has right now: Lead [in W/B] and Halter [in W/B] Still working on the outfit side of things
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Post by lorilie on Jul 7, 2010 22:32:05 GMT -6
"Well, first off, to get to a better relationship, I have to work on something you two like about each other. What do you like about him, Riley?"
Blythe watched the horse move around the paddock, taking in his cocky nature, his arrogance. This buckskin needed to be sorted on, knocked down from his high cloud. He would be a challenge for her, that was for sure.
To get the gelding's liking of Riley, she'd need to see the boy ride him, but first, she wanted them to go through the join-up process. It bonded horse and rider, and might help towards a solution for this difficult pair.
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Post by lemons on Jul 10, 2010 18:11:25 GMT -6
"What do I like about him?" Riley repeated, watching the horse pace around in the round pen.
"When I was about 5, I remember thinking he was cute. That was about 2 years before he ran me over. I'll admit, my relationship with him declined rapidly after that incident. I also stopped riding altogether until a couple of weeks ago, when I was woken up at the crack of dawn and just tossed on that animal, and told that I would be going to 'a lovely little school in the middle of nowhere, and this horse is going with you,' as my father put it, just after Arizona bucked me off for the fourth time. So.. No, I don't really like any thing about this horse." Riley said in a rush, still watching the horse wander around.
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Post by lorilie on Jul 15, 2010 12:39:12 GMT -6
Blythe listened quietly to the teenager, and sighed when he'd finished his tale of his and Arizona's past.
"Riley, I'm going to be honest with you. I can train Arizona to where he's the horse his other trainers always wanted him to be, but for you, well, I can't do anything if you don't like him."
She pondered an example to give to the boy. "It's like trying to put two horses together to pull a cart. If they don't like each other, they can't work together properly, and that cart ain't going nowhere. That's what you and Arizona are right now. You're those two horses. If you could try and see him for what he is, not some horse that ran you over, well, I might be able to work something out."
Again Blythe paused to think. "I want you to forget everything about Arizona, and look at him as though you've never had any past experiances with him. What do you see? What qualities do you see in him?"
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