Thanks for your feed-back. 6 Months are gone by, a lot of water has gone under the bridge; some days I feel more positive about the whole issue, other days I get the feeling that in such a time things haven't changed all that much. Some things are definately getting better, some not, other became worse.
In short,
- I can groom the horse still weary, but at least I get to do it; I already managed to use mane untagler on my own (very gently) and when he has a scrape or wound I can treat it with Betadine. He also lowers his head, in order to brush his mane.
- I can move him from the grooming area right to the shower and vice-versa, although occasionally he still needs a tap with the crop (other times I see him checking whether I have it tucked in my chaps or not, he is very clever!
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- I can lunge him, mostly unaided, but changing to the right rein can still be a problem
- he cooperates to having his hooves cleaned; if in a good mood I can do it nicely, otherwise I'll have to do it 3,4,5 times each, because he keeps stealing them off my hands in a fawl temper (he may threat to kick with his hind, at this stage I tell him off)
- I tack him entirely on my own; he lowers his head for his bit, but then to get the rest over his head is a struggle (he is a tall guy, I am only short). When I tack him, the latest development is that he gives me filthy looks (if looks could kill...) as I put the saddle on him or set to fasten the girth; at this stage, I detect a biting frame of mind, so I might whack him with the back of my hand to get him to look forward
- leading is now the "hot" issue. He used to be really calm and good to lead. I could take him off his stable and he would follow. He started to play up the new stable helper, recently doing the same trick to me: "bite and run". I lead him now with his lead rope around his nose, so he has tried to knock me down to set himself free. This scares the witts out of me (I circle him), but I'll keep trying as long as other people are around.
I must confess that although I am committed to other horsemanship approaches different from the current ones at the yard, I am now somewhat combining and adapting methods. To my deepest regret I've found myself hitting my horse with the crop for attempting to intimidate me (pinning me against the wall), I've smacked him for showing his teeth, for not cooperating. I feel an awful guilt about this, this is not what I envisaged, but sometimes my perseverance, patience and affection has led me nowhere; instead he has shown little respect or consideration, putting my safety in jeopardy.
Almost 2 weeks ago, as usual, no warning signs, after I removed his briddle and was putting his halter on, he bent his head, looked at me with his big black eyes (he has sweet, tender eyes) and fast as lightening he bit me. He had caught my whole tigh in his mouth, just to run away (he never runs far, he just went to the far end of the shed, really full of himself). Looking back, he did it as defiance. I still have the marks, two huge half moon shaped bruises.
We are getting by, but I longed for partnership and bonding and I am not sure I'm getting there. Instead, I have found myself resorting to aggression as an answer to aggression. I feel I failed.
Sometimes I get the feeling he likes me, sometimes that he doesn't. Sometimes I get under the impression that his bitting is a way that he finds to educate me, to put me in my place...
However, he knows me well. When I am at the yard, his eyes follow me everywhere.
All I can say, is that I've endured difficult times, I've felt sorry for myself, I hated Pégaso (and myself), I thought about selling him, I realised that he is incompatible with me. Nonetheless, all this has been a real lesson, this horse is teaching the meaning of commitment and LOVE. The few good days make up for the many bad ones (and today I had a good one
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All I want now, is to relax and to stop feeling afraid/insecure; to be able to be around him on my own; finally, to let go of my riding ghosts and to ride outdoors.
Time shall tell, but in the meantime I'll keep at it.
I believe I have a truly good hearted horse, as beautiful inside as he is outside.