Shenanigans

Today's ride was long and tons of fun! Hillary and I did a modified version of the conditioning schedule I posted last week, then we headed down the trail. I was proud of Limerick for keeping his cool and even letting Houston lead for a little bit, which can be a tricky subject for the Limmers. We also jumped some of the fallen trees on the trail for the first time... Lim was very happy/excited, since he normally has to watch Hue jump them while he has to walk over, which he thinks is super booooring.

The title refers to all of the various exciting situations we got ourselves into today. First, Limerick decided for the first time in his life that he wanted to race Houston during our canter sets. This gave me the opportunity to test out the stopping power of the pelham, and I was able to keep him relatively reined in (pun intended). Then we headed down the trail, which starts out with a steep and rocky hill that we have to walk down. Today was only my second time of being brave enough to not get off and hand walk him down, and I finally learned that the best way to go is holding a loose rein with one hand, put the other hand on the front of my saddle, and lean way back. Good thing I did, because Lim pretty much slid half way down the hill and I would have been a total goner in a less secure position... scary! We calmly trotted the first two logs and then launched ourselves over the third as someone got a little too excited. 

Then, we headed down to the creek. For some reason, Limerick has started pulling this absurd maneuver where he spontaneously performs airs above the ground. He pulled this at least three times today, and it basically consisted of him throwing his whole body into the air. It is somewhat like a buck, but it involves his front legs too.... such a fun and awesome habit. He was so good for the creek and was incredibly cautious when I tried to make him trot and canter through the water, which Hillary got video of :) Please make sure to notice after our third or fourth attempt, when he walks with his head down and we all of the sudden disappear for a second into the water! It was absolutely hysterical and Hill and I both died laughing (I'm sure Limerick didn't appreciate this much, as it makes him look rather clumsy). 

Finally, we headed back to the farm. To get off of the trail and out to the open fields that lead back to the farm, we have to go up a series of medium sized hills, maybe 3-4. For some reason that I absolutely cannot fathom, these hills seriously piss Limerick off and make him super hot. Seriously, he can go from plodding along like a dead-broke trail horse to a prancing, snorting, head tossing, leaping monster on the verge of exploding. This behavior always starts at the base of the first hill and continues until we are in the open field. Do any of you have any idea at all what could be going on here? Hillary can vouch for this and has witnessed it many times; hopefully she can add some extra info for you all to consider in the comments! 

Fortunately, once we got to the field, Limerick visibly calmed down and I was able to ride on the buckle again. He did manage to force my somewhat voluntary dismount into the corn field after a scary and invisible monster chased us, but no harm, no foul. I might have actually killed him if he hurt me (I'm about to leave for two weeks for a total outdoorsy trip), but he didn't other than making my back and shoulders slightly sore. If you want a visual, we were walking on the cleared path next to the field when he suddenly flung himself 5 feet to the left and into the corn field. This caused my left leg to fly out of my stirrup while I fell to the right, my right foot still in its' stirrup and my hands desperately grabbing the reins. I very nearly pulled myself back up, but he refused to calm down and it got even worse when I became unbalanced. Alas, I dislodged my right foot and hopped down, landing ever so gracefully on my left foot and right butt cheek.... Limerick of course ran like a madman for 12 or so feet, when he stopped to munch on the very corn that he had just trampled =| This is me, not impressed. Once I caught him, I hopped back on and we continued the ride like nothing had happened! My inner pre-teen immediately called this scene from She's the Man to mind... watch the first minute and you'll understand why it relates to my fall! 

I leave tomorrow morning and Lims will be in training while I'm gone, so I'll try to update a few times. I'll also have multiple opportunities to ride on my trip, so I'll get lots of pictures for you guys of me riding some broke donkey through the Grand Canyon ;) 

Finally, some screenshots from the ride:

Limerick says "you want me to do what?!?!"

my face.

hole??

aaaannnndd getting up.

marching on

canter! 

Caught in a brief downpour 

Cruise

So, a long update because I've been feeling rather unmotivated with nothing to do other than eat, sleep, and ride. My life is hard, I know ;) I got my grades today, and while not stellar, I survived the semester from hell and somehow managed to get a B in organic chemistry (WAHOOOO).

Our recreation of the cover of War Horse

Where to begin? First off, since Limerick got home, my trainer has texted me on multiple occasions about something that concerned her. It all started with a sneak attack of rain rot, which he didn't have on the Thursday I shipped him home, but had developed by that Saturday... I came home that weekend and positively drenched him in MTG, which was slightly terrifying given that I've read some horror stories in which it caused horses to lose all of their hair. However, despite Limerick's redhead sensitivity and skin reactions to most products, the pony wony survived and won the battle against the dreaded rain rot. It took all of 4 days, but I still felt guilty and had visions of all sorts of terrible skin ailments.

Handsome goober

Next were the nerves and the chewing. Get this, Limerick actually took large chunks out of his rubber stall guard and sort of nibbled it to death. He and Houston are currently stalled next to each other and are totally bad influences. They egged each other on and took turns eating the stall guard, which I had to replace and was totally out of character for Lims. He doesn't nibble on it when his door is closed, nor does he chew on it when Huer's door is closed, so at least it was probably a social habit. The nerves relate to E's and the groom's belief that Limerick is now scared of everything. Yes, he has been jumpy, but he has always been a bit of a nervous nelly and I don't think he has been any more spooky than usual at a "new" place. However, it might be time to try another round of ulcer treatment, as he moved farms, lost all of his friends, and took an hour and a half trailer trip.

Chubby man in his goofy fly mask

Selfie..... 

No, he did not spontaneously turn bay. This was after my ride on Sunday and a 20-25 minute cool down walk

Then, we had our first lesson back with E, and I'd say it was a success. I don't remember many of the details now (BAD), but we jumped and Limerick was decent. She definitely gave a more thorough critique of my position than I'm used to with S, which sort of annoyed me at the time but I'm happy about now. Apparently I sit ever so slightly more on my left seat bone, which leads to a lot of the discomfort I experience cantering to the right. E had Hillary record some of it, but she has yet to send me the youtube links. I do remember, as Gingham over at Pia's (and Prairie!) Parade likes to say, that Limerick's "gerbils" were certainly awake and running maniacally on their little brain wheel that day. They reared their fuzzy little heads specifically at the far arena gate, which Limerick was dead certain would eat him if he got too close. Folks, I'm talking repeated spooks/scoots numbering in the teens. Not once, not twice, but nearly every time we passed it, which led to one very unhappy and frustrated K. Luckily, this sort of behavior is not all that uncommon for him, so I'm past being scared of it and now just get pissed when he deliberately says FU to the rational part of his brain. Moving on, rant over...

A few days after that, Monday of this week, E had her first training ride over fences. Let's just say it was rough... he actually managed to jump so humongously out of a line that she got unbalanced enough to fall off.

Here's a partial video of her training ride.

 I did take to heart that Limerick isn't super fit, so we devised a conditioning schedule:

1. Walk for 15-20 minutes
2. 3 sets of trotting, 5 minutes each
3. 2 sets of cantering, 3 minutes each
4. Walk for 15-20 minutes

Lim huffed and puffed for at least 20 minutes after my ride on Sunday and E's ride on Monday, so I expected him to be a sweaty, huffing mess after our conditioning ride on Wednesday. He was definitely drenched, but not overly foamy or huffy, so I have concluded that the extreme heat flash on Sunday and Monday (shot from 60-70 to 90s in one day) led to his seeming out of shape-edness over the weekend. Regardless, he will be a total beast by the time we go back to school in the fall, just in time to get fat again while I'm busy with the crazy known as owning a horse in college :(

Notice the flies congregating on his face, even with the mask

Limmers and Huer are turnout buddies now!

Doing our trot/canter sets! 

What Houston and Lim (no, this is obviously not them) did when I turned him out after my ride today... comforting. It was sort of like they were hugging, but I worry that their theatrics could escalate or actually cause damage to one/both parties