This is my first thread in the natural horsemanship section. Bear with me, its going to go over 4 posts as there are loads of photos
A few months ago, I met a lady who introduced me to Quantum Savvy. Its very similar to Parelli. Arnie and I started doing this with amazing results. He started to pay more attention to me and started to be more relaxed out and about. We really started to build a bond so when we heard the founders were coming from Australia to do a course we signed up and went along.
It was a very intensive weekend which started on the friday night with a video session to let us all see what the ins and outs were. At the time, Meredith (Ransley, wife of Shane who was doing the course) told us it would be very emotional and that we would probably get quite stressed at times. Yeah right, says Kirsten (famous last words).
Saturday morning arrived and a bathed and primped Arnold made his way over (we left at 7am) with a fairly cheerful mum. We had a wee introduction then off we went and got our horses. My lovely shiny boy came out the trailer, looked round, said "yeah, been here, done that" and proceeded to do exactly what he felt like - namely eat the grass, tow me around and point blank refuse to listen to a word I had to say.
Now Capalldubh had very kindly come along for a bit of moral support and to take the pictures and she said it didnt look as bad as it was but I started to get stressed.
Rubbing all over with my savvy stick
getting towed
sideways? - beat it mum
okay, dont even need a halter for this bit - I like jumpies
yeah, allright, I'll do the barrels too
Finally, some outside assistance was called for - in the shape of an Aussie cowboy
By this time I was bubbling. I had discovered that Arnie had no concept of my personal space - he went right over and through me as and when suited him. I also discovered that I had no real "phases". It was either nothing or I felt I was hitting him - and he didnt know what I was asking. Cue tears and snotters (you know that way you get when you've got a lump in your throat and you're trying not to cry so you're getting more tense by the second).
Shane got me sorted out though and helped me sort out my phases. You could almost see the lightbulb switching on over Arnies head. At this point, we stopped for lunch so that gave me a chance to calm down.
A few months ago, I met a lady who introduced me to Quantum Savvy. Its very similar to Parelli. Arnie and I started doing this with amazing results. He started to pay more attention to me and started to be more relaxed out and about. We really started to build a bond so when we heard the founders were coming from Australia to do a course we signed up and went along.
It was a very intensive weekend which started on the friday night with a video session to let us all see what the ins and outs were. At the time, Meredith (Ransley, wife of Shane who was doing the course) told us it would be very emotional and that we would probably get quite stressed at times. Yeah right, says Kirsten (famous last words).
Saturday morning arrived and a bathed and primped Arnold made his way over (we left at 7am) with a fairly cheerful mum. We had a wee introduction then off we went and got our horses. My lovely shiny boy came out the trailer, looked round, said "yeah, been here, done that" and proceeded to do exactly what he felt like - namely eat the grass, tow me around and point blank refuse to listen to a word I had to say.
Now Capalldubh had very kindly come along for a bit of moral support and to take the pictures and she said it didnt look as bad as it was but I started to get stressed.
Rubbing all over with my savvy stick
getting towed
sideways? - beat it mum
okay, dont even need a halter for this bit - I like jumpies
yeah, allright, I'll do the barrels too
Finally, some outside assistance was called for - in the shape of an Aussie cowboy
By this time I was bubbling
. I had discovered that Arnie had no concept of my personal space - he went right over and through me as and when suited him. I also discovered that I had no real "phases". It was either nothing or I felt I was hitting him - and he didnt know what I was asking. Cue tears and snotters (you know that way you get when you've got a lump in your throat and you're trying not to cry so you're getting more tense by the second).Shane got me sorted out though and helped me sort out my phases. You could almost see the lightbulb switching on over Arnies head. At this point, we stopped for lunch so that gave me a chance to calm down.
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