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It’s my job to teach<br />
my horse the rules.<br />
12 M ARCH 2013 THE AMERICAN QUARTER HORSE JOURNAL<br />
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U P A N D O V E R<br />
Explaining the<br />
Ground Rules<br />
By Pamela Britton-Baer<br />
why is it just when things are looking<br />
up, someone jerks the horse blanket out from<br />
under your feet? This is the story of my life.<br />
The 2013 show season? A total bust. My<br />
horse tore his suspensory. Two months of stall<br />
rest, maybe more. He could walk-trot in<br />
three months, maybe ride in five. Maybe.<br />
I am a firm believer that things happen for<br />
a reason. I had a new show prospect sitting<br />
in the barn. Maybe this was God’s way of<br />
forcing me to ride him. Too bad the idea<br />
filled me with terror.<br />
My new horse is the equine equivalent of<br />
a 1,200-pound spoiled child, complete with<br />
temper tantrums, meltdowns and bouts of<br />
extreme stubbornness – all directed at me. I<br />
now know the reason why he was a bargainbasement<br />
price, and it had nothing to do<br />
with being a carrier of strangles.<br />
My trials and tribulations with my stomping<br />
and rearing, snaked-headed horse was<br />
fodder for many a Facebook post. I think his<br />
breeder took pity. As a Christmas present,<br />
she bought me a one-hour session with a<br />
world-renowned animal communicator.<br />
Then I began to fret. What would my<br />
horse “tell” her? What if he told her about<br />
the day I clothes-lined myself with the<br />
cross-ties? Or if he asked that I stop using<br />
his stall as a restroom? Or that my<br />
husband likes to slap my bottom?<br />
Fortunately, my horse kept that<br />
information to himself. Indeed, the<br />
only thing he liked talking about<br />
was himself. He has a huge ego.<br />
Huge. That made sense in a weird<br />
kind of way. I was given some<br />
instructions on how to cope with<br />
his, ahem, unique personality. I<br />
was also told to take heart, that my<br />
new horse loved me and that he<br />
would never do anything to harm<br />
me. Given that he’d just tried bite<br />
my head off while mucking his<br />
stall, this was news to me.<br />
I remained skeptical.<br />
But fate had other ideas. Less than a week<br />
after my psychic encounter, I was grounded.<br />
Abscess and seedy toe. Riding my new horse<br />
was out of the question.<br />
Have you ever seen cartoon characters<br />
jump up and down in frustration, steam<br />
coming out of their ears? That was me.<br />
But I grimly trudged onward. If I couldn’t<br />
ride, I would do showmanship.<br />
You must understand this was akin to<br />
leashing a sabertooth. My horse subscribes to<br />
the theory that if a human stops walking, it’s<br />
OK to keep going and drag said human<br />
along. He also believes humans are chewtoys<br />
and that equines the world over should<br />
never, ever have to do what they’re told.<br />
Ever. It was my job to show him the error of<br />
his ways.<br />
I will never forget the first day I used a<br />
stud chain on him. In his customary bid for<br />
dominance, he decided to bolt past me,<br />
bucking. With one tug of the chain I made<br />
him stop like an inductee into the National<br />
Reining Horse Association Hall of Fame.<br />
As he turned to face me I could practically<br />
see him thinking, “What the – ?”<br />
I gave him a look right back that said, “I<br />
am a woman with a stud chain … and I am<br />
not afraid to use it.”<br />
He would strike out with his legs. I<br />
would strike back, usually with my own<br />
legs. He would try to bite. I would bite him<br />
back, much to his utter disbelief. He would<br />
try to mow me down. I would ram him<br />
back with every ounce of strength in my<br />
5-foot-nothing frame.<br />
And a funny thing happened. There came<br />
a day when our working together resulted in<br />
a miracle. It had been days since he’d pinned<br />
his ears, weeks since a temper tantrum,<br />
months since he’d tried to strike at me. I was<br />
so emboldened by his behavior that I did<br />
what would have been unthinkable months<br />
before – I hopped on him bareback, with<br />
only a halter.<br />
As we trotted and cantered, I realized that<br />
things truly had happened for a reason. He<br />
had learned respect. I had learned to trust …<br />
and that he really does love me.<br />
Pamela Britton-Baer is a special contributor to<br />
The American Quarter Horse Journal. To<br />
comment, write to aqhajrnl@aqha.org.