Winter Workshop 2012

Aneesa Romans came to this year's Winter Workshop thanks to a scholarship from DVCTA. Her scholarship required she write an article about the experience, and I enjoyed reading it so much I asked if I could run it here. She made WW sound so much fun I wish I could come as a participant myself!  (on an aside, I can't figure out why this page saved in two colors, but I've given up on getting it all one color, so we'll call it artistic...)

Winter Workshop

By Anessa Romans

I attended the 2012 edition of Straight Forward Dressage’s Winter Camp December 28^th - 30^th and, in short, I had a blast. It was an action packed three days of fitness workouts, riding theory, and of course riding lessons. I’ve never been so simultaneously exhausted and energized after a clinic. There’s a bunch to share so to keep it semi-organized the article will be in three chunks. One on the riding & training theory topics that were discussed, a second on rider fitness (mostly physical but I’ll also touch on the mental), and finally some takeaways from my one on one lessons. I’ve also included lots of photos. Before diving in I want to say thank you to the tireless staff of SFD for hosting such a wonderful event and thank you to DVCTA for making my participation possible via the scholarship. -Aneesa

Cheryle lead the discussion for our training toolkit.

Training Toolkit. The first discussion introduced the goal worksheets. Each sheet was for a specific riding goal or problem area and there were spaces to list exercises one could do to address it including highlights for success and potential pitfalls. Tempo, relaxation, straightness, contact, impulsion, and similar goals/problem areas were tossed out by the group in the brainstorming phase. I will sheepishly admit that it wasn’t until typing this article that it dawned on me that these same goals are prominent residents of our venerable pyramid of training. However, there are many roads to Rome and it’s up to us as trainers to understand our horses and tailor our approach accordingly. As an example, under the goal of relaxation it was suggested to warm up the horse in a predictable pattern paying attention to consistency from day to day and place to place bearing in mind the possible pitfall of the horse either taking over or tuning out the rider. It was also suggested to constantly vary the warm-up routine paying attention to keeping things fresh and stimulating with the possible pitfalls of making the horse insecure or agitated. Both are legitimate strategies and excellent additions to ones training toolkit.

When talking about warm up consider the physical, the horses’ body temperature actually rising as a result of increased blood flow in the cardiovascular system, and the mental, like the relaxation strategies mentioned above. Warm up is also time to gage the horses’ attention and obedience. Reine, the resident corgi, aptly demonstrated how obedience is more readily attained once you’ve capture her full attention. Then Ange talked about how having a plan in mind before you mount can speed up the process of getting the horse focused and responding to aids promptly. Start with the basics of go, stop, and turn, and refine the aids from there, acknowledging places where you meet resistance and incorporating that into your plan.

Now I’m not a very serious person by nature and while all the theory is well and good it’s also a little heavy. Thankfully we got to spend two days putting the training scale into practice without even having to think about it. How you ask? Why quadrille practice of course! Keeping eight horse and rider teams synchronized tested everyone’s training (and our poor instructor Cheryle’s dodging skills) in a fun and positive way. Mastering the fan, the pinwheel, and carousel all required a firm grasp on the many shades of go, stop, and turn that we established in warm up. My horse particularly liked using thread the needle to show off trot lenthenings that he never gives a regular test. The highlight was finally pulling off the routine Sunday afternoon with our fearless band of junior riders leading the charge. If you’ve never tried quadrille please do!

Sadly our quadrille lacked a soundtrack, but we got plenty inspiration for next year by cozying up on the couches to watch freestyle videos, read the test sheets, and discuss what makes for a good musical ride. From the simple, like matching the beat to the gait, to the subtle, like placing crescendos to highly extensions. We were also treated to talk on competitive dressage in the days long before the grand prix freestyle test was started. Jenifer Bryant brought along several books that gave us a glimpse into the time when dressage was simply a part of a military horses training and competitions were only between cavalry members. I was floored to learn that the first Olympic dressage test was approximately 17 minutes long! (I really hope they allowed readers) The books also illustrated the evolution of the type of horse used for competition as the cavalries were disbanded, the world became more industrialized, and amateurs got into the sport. New training systems grew alongside new bloodlines and new judging requirements. Competitive dressage is changing faster than ever in today’s information age, and I appreciate the context provided by gaining a better historical perspective. Now I understand why these big kerfuffles erupt every time a new biomechanics study is published that flies in the face of “tradition”.

Rider Fitness. Owning a “fun sized” horse for the past seven years has made it pretty obvious that my balance (or lack thereof) directly impacts that of the horse. So, like most ambitious equestrians, I’ve always made an effort to maintain a decent level of fitness out of the saddle. Running is my go to activity along with yoga classes sprinkled in to counter the tightness in my hips that comes along with pounding the pavement and being a desk jockey for forty hours a week. I was looking forward to testing my mettle in the daily fitness classes. Each morning of camp was kicked started by trainer Carolyn Grashof who always came with and smile and a van full of equipment.

Yea, these hurt. They just do.

Jumping jacks raised everyone’s heart rate and squats and lunges woke up the large muscles below the waist that are vital to keeping us firmly in the saddle. It didn’t take long for participants to start shedding layers and reaching for water bottles. Bungees provided resistance for working the upper body solo and in pairs. Balance exercises that went far beyond any field sobriety test abounded, first while standing on solid ground, and then on an inflated disc, sometimes with a medicine ball thrown in for good measure. Targeted abdominal work came with the help of a squishy ball tucked into the small of the back for “support”. I later found that it was actually there to dampen the tremors as we were all soon quaking from the effort. All told I’d give myself an ‘A’ for effort but only a ‘C’ for execution. My shoulder strength is non-existent and I got bucked off the disc more times than I could count. Still, the first step is admitting you have a problem and I’ve started doing exercises at home to improve in these areas.

Liz and Chris on the balance discs.

Another area of improvement I’ve sighted in on thanks to camp is emotional balance. On day two the group sat down for a candid discussion on fear, frustration, and ambition. There’s no doubt that we’ve all had to deal with these emotions but putting it out in the open still takes courage. I’m grateful to everyone who shared their fears and their failings, along with tools to better manage those inevitable situations. I personally wrestle with performance anxiety and don’t always handle frustration too well. Especially if it’s something I’ve put a lot of effort into. In the past I’ve turned my feelings of frustration on my horse and while I know that’s totally unfair and completely irrational it doesn’t always register in the moment and it leaves me feeling like scum once I’ve regained my senses.

These types of discussion rarely provide a quick fix and often leave more questions than answers. But as long as it gets us thinking, talking, and reflecting I believe it is very worthwhile.

Riding Lessons. Camp included a half hour private lesson each day and I thought I’d share some of the things I learned. So you know where I’m coming from, and whether any of it might apply to you, my horse is a 15.1 hand 19 y.o. Arabian gelding and we show first level. He is a laid back and forgiving sort that is usually happy to give exactly what you ask for but not a penny more. He tends to be tight in the base of the neck, he avoids engaging by traveling wide behind, and he will pop up above the bit if ever given half a chance. He has a nice walk and scores well in the canter work. We struggle with the lengthenings and anything lateral.

Our warm up exercises tended to be things that tested and sharpened his forward and sideways buttons while encouraging the neck to stay long and placing the poll a little lower than you’d want it for showing. Three to four strides of leg yields on and off the wall and nose-to-the-wall leg yields for half a long side rolled into shoulder in for the second half are examples. I paid attention to getting the bend through the whole body, not just the neck, and getting flexion just in the poll and again not the neck. You’d be correct to assume that my horse has a very flexible neck and he’s not afraid to use it.

In addition to traditional dressage lessons, participants
could take a spin on Maddy's lunge line for a
"seat focused" lesson

Once he was tuned up the real challenges began. In one lesson we introduced renvers. I was given two ways to set up for it. The first was asking for it out of shoulder in where you already have the proper angle from the wall and just need to switch the bend. The second was to ask after a short leg yield from the wall to the quarter line so that the bend was already established and you only needed a change in the angle. I had better luck with method two since his haunches want to trail in the leg yield anyway but both exercises went into my “toolbox”.

In another lesson we really went for a higher degree of collection in the trot and canter. On a circle the horse was asked to open and close the stride. My job was to keep his back up and neck soft so that he didn’t go down and out like a racehorse when opening up but rather jumped up and then out. I also got some help from the ground with the instructor tactfully using an in-hand whip. After much grunting and huffing (mostly on my part) he settled into gaits with a super amount of suspension and the cheeky pony even decided to show off a couple flying changes.

Those of us who didn’t mind catching some air were treated to jumping lessons at Nancy Ligon’s lovely Firefly Farm. She provided us with excellent school horses that took care of their riders and enabled all to have a good time. One of the biggest adjustments I have to make going between dressage and jumping is in the leg pressure. After hours of lunge lessons training my legs to “drape” around the horse and using my seat to stay centered it’s quite a challenge to have to lighten the seat and hold my position with steady pressure from the inner thigh and calf. Nancy taught me how to regulate the horses speed by simply opening or closing my hip (squats anyone?). The goal was to maintain an even pace around the course and for a sensitive horse like the one I was riding, shifting my weight over the saddle was much less disruptive than using the reins or adding leg. That is a lesson that will certainly carry back over to my dressage work.

Moe, Ange and Jess enjoying after-a-good-ride glow.

The Dressage Experiment

The Morgan Dressage Association contacted me to write an article about a clinic I attended with Eclipse, the little Morgan super star who has been my competition partner for the last 6 years. I started writing, and got a little carried away. They graciously allowed me to publish the article in my humble blog, so below is as it ran in this months' issue.

Eclipse recently retired back to Ensign's Grace Morgans in MD, and I miss him in the worst way. This arrogant little turkey won my heart years ago.

Grandpa

My grandpa passed away last week. He was 92, and had a full life. When I was home to visit in August, the emotion I caught from him was one of peace.

I love my grandpa, and miss him terribly. Everyone who has said they are sorry for my loss, I thank you. Everyone who has followed that with “he’s in a better place,” well, that kind of pat answer doesn't comfort me, it kinda makes me mad. It tries to roll my overwhelming  grief into a neat, socially acceptable package that is safe to take in public.  But grief isn't neat, and it isn't comfortable. It pulses from the nagging distraction to full gut-wrenching obsession.  I won’t ever see my grandpa again, and that isn't comfortable.

Really, I don’t want comfort. I want my grandpa back. If I can’t have him, I want to remember him.

I want to grab every memory now, before the business and busyness of daily life crowd them to the back corners of my mind. I want to remember riding along with him when he drove the bank route, listening to him tell me words of wisdom of life, and which small Illinois towns had the best soda fountains.  I want to remember helping him put up hay and take care of the horses.  I want to remember him trying so hard to make things perfect that he’d get angry.  Because Grandpa felt things strongly.

He felt love for Grandma strong enough that he willingly distanced himself from his own family to marry her.  He felt strong enough love for Mom and I to show up with boxes of food the winter Mom had pneumonia so badly she couldn't work.  He felt strong enough love for me to invest in my future in the form of a pony, judging that my high-energy would better off channeled into a pony than let run wild.  He was probably right.

Grandpa gave me so much. He gave me things—my pony, my favorite car (the Delta 88), a jar of pickled beets every time I came to visit. He gave me life lessons—how to work for what was important to me, how to organize my finances, how to be stubborn when needed, and how to forgive and accept.  He gave me his time and his love.  Without these things, I wouldn't be the person I am today. 

I love you grandpa, and I will remember you. 

Inspired by Training

Besides the day-to-day teaching and training that is my job description here at SFD, my calendar gets filled with lots of other activities. I tend to mentally divide those extra activities into 3 categories: things I do to make me a better trainer, things I do to let other folks know I’m a better trainer, and things I do to make other riders better trainers. In the last two weeks, I’ve gotten to do all three, and in that order.

The first event was the Young Dressage Horse Trainer’s Symposium.  This is an annual event in my calendar. Each November Hassler Dressage and Harmony Sporthorses sponsor this amazing event.  In this event, a group of trainers get together with some big-name expert-from-out-of town to discuss the training process of young horses from 3 to 7 years old.  This year we had two expert trainers, Ingo Pape and Oliver Oelrich, who along with Scott Hassler, lead the discussions about the training priorities and challenges at each stage of the young horse’s education.

This event is unique among the clinics I attend in several ways. First, Scott selects a bunch of horses aged 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 years old.  We see them all, one after another, staring with the 3-year-olds.  Getting the opportunity to see the training continuum of a young horse’s education all at once, and see how their mental and physical maturity is carefully considered at each training stage is really unique.

Second, this symposium is typically led by two like-minded trainers, with them alternating teaching of each student.  After each lesson, the other clinician joins the discussion about the effectiveness of the training approach, and where to go next with each horse’s training. Getting to see two different trainer’s approaches back-to-back really stimulates a lot of thoughtful discussion. 

Third, this symposium is big on discussion.  Horse folks tend to be opinionated, and Scott does a great job of keeping all of our discussions on topic in a positive way.  Most of us trainers do the bulk of our training alone, and getting the chance to discuss training with a bunch of like-minded and like-experienced professionals in a positive, supportive setting is really neat.  This symposium has, in a large part, improved and clarified my approach to developing young dressage horses.  As always, I come away from this event inspired to start my winter training.

The Symposium ended on Saturday night, so on I took Secret to be demonstration riders for DVCTA’s L program.  We rode in groups, with Secret and I in the 2^nd level group. The rides and discussion were directed by the instructor, Jayne Ayers.  

The L program is the first step to becoming a USEF Dressage judge, and as an L graduate myself, I feel the need to help out as the guinea pig in their educations.  Plus the candidates and auditors get to see me in action, something they don’t necessarily see at a show. Let’s face it, few people watch dressage shows (because if all goes well, the rides are smooth, flowing, and, especially at the lower levels, dull), so I try to take advantage of any non-competitive opportunities that come up to let auditors to see me train.  Since I ride so many non-traditional dressage breeds, the ribbons at the super-competitive shows in this area really don’t tell the whole story anyway. 

The format, in which we warmed up, then stood around and waited for the instructor to need us to demonstrate different movements, made it tough to present horses at their best.  Plus Secret came out of the trailer feeling pretty frisky.  Secret showed her friskiness as she usually does, by showing the L candidates that shortening the Friesian neck in an attempt to collect the trot really isn’t collection. Happily, she redeemed herself in the canter, allowing Ayers to point out that although Secret didn’t have as much innate elasticity as the fancy imported warmblood in our group, she had just as much collection.

Then, last weekend, I got to go back to Standing Ovation Farm outside of State College, PA, to teach.  This is the 5^th time I’ve been up that way, and many of the riders are repeat students. I am starting to see some really amazing changes in the horses and the riders, which makes me super excited, especially since most of the riders are young people.  Who says kids can’t do dressage? Of course they can. They have great feel, and they often have the luxury of parental support to focus on their riding.

The trips to State College are additionally fun for me because I get to help Lindsay Armstrong, head trainer at Standing Ovation. As you probably gathered from the start of the blog, training horses with another trusted trainer is really fun.  Lindsay and I worked with two mares last weekend, and discussed what she feels and what I see, and using both her feel and my eye, came up with a training path to hopefully have both mares show ring ready by spring. 

As cheesy as it sounds, getting to do these three things in this short of a time makes me feel nostalgic of how this whole trainer-student-trainer continuum is supposed to work.  I became the student at the symposium, and was able to then become the trainer in the days that followed.  Getting input on my knowledge from students and other trainers broadens my knowledge, and explaining what I have learned clarifies my thought process on what I know, in essence making me a student of my own teaching, which of course inspires my teaching and training. The circle of trainer-student-trainer creates its own inspiration.  Which is exactly how it is supposed to work.

Hurricane photos

We had quite minimal damage, 4 trees down and one section of the roof damaged. We are really thankful, it could have been quite worse.

The calm before the storm. Obviously, the storm preparations

really stressed our horses out.

The tree that stole our power

Seeing the bottom of trees is kinda freaky....

This roof panel was sheared and banging in the storm. This wonderful mare controlled her fear and let me lead her out of her stall in the dark.  It could have ended badly...

Horses in a Hurricane, a little late - pics to follow

I wrote this last Tuesday night, when we were on day 2 of no power. Power came back to the barn on Thursday, but not to the house until Saturday, with internet restored yesterday.  Tethering my phone to the computer gave me limited access, but not enough to blog, so here's the better-late-than-never update on how we fared.

With Sandy’s untimely visit, Facebook abounds with photos of the incredible amount of destruction brought by Sandy’s torrential rain combined with the cold front.  With all the hype the media has given this storm (I suspect because reporters are tired of reporting about the election…), many friends and family have checked in to see how we managed on the farm. For readers who keep horses, this post is going to be kinda dull, but for my rare non-horse-keeping readers, who we will now refer to as NHKs, well, this blog is for you. 

For starters, PA is not really known for hurricanes. Usually by the time they get to us, it’s just a nasty storm with a lot of wind. That being said, we have our fair share of weather-related disasters, usually blizzards, and with so many animals dependent on us, we learn to be prepared. 

The big concern for horse owners during a natural disaster, well, really anytime, is colic.  Colic, for the NHKs, is the biggest fear of horse owners. If you, as an NHK, want to see looks of horror and grief, ask your horse keeping friends about it. But be prepared to hear all of the horror stories of all of their horse friends, who of course you haven’t met, who has lost a horse to this horrible thing. Yes, horses really do die from a belly ache. 

Horses, like us, have only one chamber in their stomachs, so are prone to all of the same GI issues as humans – gas pain, ulcers, constipation, etc. But with horses, with ¼ mile of intestine wrapping around inside of their body cavity with just one attachment spot, all GI issues are a bit more volatile. A horse’s intestine, when under stress, can wrap itself around into all kinds of inappropriate knots.  

The best defense horse owners have against colic is hydration and consistency.  The first item, hydration, becomes much more complicated during a natural disaster.

In pretty much any natural disaster, on a farm, loss of power is a given. In the country, this creates a huge problem—no power means no water. For townies, if you lose power, your water still runs. Not so in the country, as wells require electricity.  And horses drink a LOT of water-on average 15 gallons a day.  Hurricanes come with lots of water, so barring trees falling on buildings or fence lines, a minor hurricane can be easier to deal with than a blizzard. 

To prepare for our water shortage, Doug put water barrels at the ends of the downspouts.  All told, we can collect over 300 gallons of rainwater from the barn roofs.  Plus, prior to Sandy’s arrival, he made sure all of the troughs in the fields were full, in case we needed to bucket-brigade from there.  Several times a day, Amy, Maddy or I faithfully make sure all stall water buckets are full to the top, using water from the rainwater catches, so the catches could refill.  Yes, that means I can’t keep my normally high standards of super-clean-or-else water buckets, but it is a hurricane, I do have to let my standards drop a little.

Once hydration is established, horse owners turn their attention to thier next best defense --consistency. Consistent turnout (NHK translation - time in the grassy fields), consistent diet, consistent exercise, consistent temperatures. But natural disasters, by their very nature, disrupt all consistency. So we do our best to keep the things we can control as consistent as possible. 

Turnout isn’t really an option, and because of that, their diets are missing several hours of grazing. But with our indoor arena (NHK translation – huge, warehouse-style room with a sand floor), we can at least keep them moving.  So once chores were done (by flashlight – we have an impressive flashlight collection these days), we got all of the horses in the arena a bit.  The bare minimum was 20 minutes of hand walking, and everyone pitched in to help.  Some of the boarders were still house-bound by downed trees, but the boarders that could make it happily walked, lunged (NHK translation – human stands in the middle holding a really long rope and the horse makes circles around the human), or rode an extra horse while they were at the barn.  All the horses have been super, no loony bucking or goofing off under saddle. On the lunge line or loose in the arena, well, that was another story.  Harry, at the ripe old age of 4 months, is playful on a normal day. His acrobatics in the arena have been a source of much laughter for all of us.

The rain is supposed to stop sometime Wednesday, so hopefully the horses can get back to their normal routine on Thursday.  Peco still has no idea when they will restore our power, so for now the house is running on our generator. It powers the furnace, the house well (we can schlep water over to the horses once the rain catches run out), and the living room outlets.  The barn doesn’t have a generator, which means no lessons once the sun goes down.  So tonight I enjoyed a couple of good beers, had some pulled pork BBQ that Doug had made ahead, and watched the extended version of Lord of the Rings.  Then attempt to tether my phone to my computer to borrow some internet, and post this masterpiece. 

Stay dry, and enjoy your running water for me.

Fun times Eight

The Quad Squad.  Thanks Anne Milller for the photo.

As I mentioned in my last blog, Venus and I were members of this year’s DVCTA quadrille team, or the Quad Squad, as coach Anne Miller referred to us. Or the octa-rille, as Doug dubbed us, since there were 8 riders in the pattern.  Then there were 5 flag bearers, so that name doesn’t fit either. . .no matter what you call it, that’s a lot of horses in a 20x60. And a lot of fun.

As a pro, my life is horses. I ride, I teach, and I care for them.  Because the horse business is a high-overhead gig, I have to ride, teach, and take care of a lot of horses to make ends meet. Which means my own horse often gets the short end of the stick.  Last time Venus was in the ring she was 6, mostly because I have had so many client’s horses and sales horses to show.  Which, of course, is a good thing.  But it doesn’t help Venus.

This season two of the horses I compete stayed home to train, so I decided this would be Venus’ year.  Even so, I was having a hard time getting her out often enough for her to learn to relax in the artificial environment we call dressage shows.

When I heard that DVCTA was doing try outs for third level horse/rider combinations for the quadrille demonstration to perform at Dressage at Devon, I tried out. I knew it would be a significant time investment, but since it would also give Venus much-needed mileage, it would be worth it. 

We did several unmounted run-throughs, before and
at Devon, much to the amusement of  spectators.
Thanks Joan Gottier for the photo

Our first practices were pretty hairy. The horses and riders didn’t know each other, and we really needed to trust each other to trot head-long towards another horse’s head, tail, flank, or whatever the pattern required.   Venus, being the only mare and a chestnut, caused a bit of anxiety at first, until everyone realized that she is, in Megan Mendenhall’s words “a lover and not a fighter.” Gradually, the horses and riders became more comfortable with each other, and the pattern began to emerge.

Venus is super adjustable in the trot, and settled quickly into the trot work. But the canter, well, cantering behind one horse with another right behind her definitely jump-started her enthusiasm. Thank goodness Saber, Gert Stearn’s GP horse directly in front of Venus, is a patient sort, and didn’t mind our tailgating.

The "after" shot of the movement in the unmounted photo.
Thanks Anne Miller for the photo.

After a few practices of this, I went home and decided it was “now or never” time for Venus’ canter half-halt.  My poor mare was in boot camp.  She did a lot of chestnut mare whining.  When I’d ask her to shorten her canter stride, she wanted to get hoppy.  When I strengthened my seat to get the canter strides rolling and shortened, she’d drop her withers and fall into the trot, or jump forward into a huge canter, leaving me behind.  She really didn’t understand how to make her strides as quick, short and uphill as we needed to keep the spacing, particularly in the left lead.

So one day I decided to let geography help me out. I went out on our big hill and asked her to do canter-walk transitions. The hill kept her from crashing onto the forehand in the walk. After a couple trips up the hill in canter-walk-canter, I could cue a canter half-halt and she would push her withers up while she shortened her stride. Why hadn’t I tried that a year ago???

I took this back to practice, and I would be lying to say it was flawless, but at least it was ridable. 

Then red-mare drama struck. 

First, the silly girl was playing in turnout and wiped out.  Of course she did.  She bruised her right stifle, leaving it hot, puffy and sore, but no major damage.   So I took Mandy to pinch hit for a practice.  My super-pony really wasn’t up for the task, but she gamely did leg yields instead of half passes, and canter-trot-canters instead of the flying changes. The next practice Secret was my catch ride, who, of course, was perfect in every part of the ride, but at 15 hh, was by far the shortest horse in the lineup.  Next to play fill-in was Slingshot, who surprised me by his maturity (he has been home training this season). He cracked both Anne and I up – he has only schooled flying changes a couple of times, but got frustrated by me asking him to canter-trot-canter when all the other horses were swapping leads, so he started to put flying changes on his own. Gotta love that boy.

By Sunday’s dress rehearsal, Venus’ stifle was back to a normal temperature, so she rejoined the group.  Libretto, Melissa’s mount and Venus’ partner, was delighted to see her.  They were really cute at rehearsal.  In quadrille, the ideal is to be so close together that your stirrup clinks your partner’s stirrup. That night, Melissa and I were so close together we could have put our foot in each other’s stirrups. 

Venus and I, Melissa and Libretto.
Thanks Anne Miller for the photo.

Then, of course, Venus had to be dramatic once again.  After her fall, I had taken her off of turnout until after Devon. She is the easiest keeper in the barn, so several years ago I bought her a Stall Grazer, to help make her limited amount of food last longer. Monday night of Devon week, she pulled the thing off of the wall, crashing it onto her left front leg.  Because she is Venus, the leg swelled up like a balloon.  Of course it did. 

Venus has a terrific swell response to any trauma to her body, even from injuries as minor as a scrape. So I have learned to engage the 3-day rule.  If the swelling is there in 3 days, she may have actually damaged herself. If it goes away in 3 days or less, then it’s just her red-mare inflammation response kicking in.  This works well most of the time, but it was Tuesday morning of Devon week, and our first Dressage at Devon experience was scheduled for Thursday night, 2 days away.

After much hang wringing and phone calls, Deb Tsang graciously offered her horse, Oz, to me as a back-up in case Venus’ leg didn’t come around. So I climbed aboard gentlemanly Oz on Thursday night under the lights in the Dixon oval. 

Meanwhile, back at home, apparently Venus realized that she was going to miss the fun.  By Thursday afternoon, the edema in her leg returned to normal and Dr. Crowley gave Venus the all clear.  So we headed to the Devon for Friday’s performance.  She had been locked in a stall for a week, and hadn't made Thursday night’s practice under the lights, but I bravely suited up for Friday’s performance.  I figured, no matter how excited she was, if she kept her head down and her spacing correct, the awesome music would cover all of her fresh-horse playfulness.

My civilized mare!
Thanks Jenn Bryant for the photo

Friday night started well --really well, in fact. Venus felt super and was right with my aids.   Venus and I both really respond to music, so she was trotting in tempo with the music, and I was humming along.    We started cantering to Melissa Etheridge’s “I Run for Life,” a powerfully charged song, and Venus was right with my seat.  Swept by the emotion of it all, I had an uncharacteristically sentimental moment – this was MY horse, my uncivilized 2-year-old was now a big girl, cantering around the Dixon Oval with 7 other horses.  I got a little choked up.

Then I totally forgot the pattern.

Yea, so much for sentiment.

I set up the wrong movement. Then I had to do several really, really strong half-halts to get her back into position, which, she accepted, even with her very fresh, very playful attitude.  We finished the pattern, and I was super proud of my girl. 

Then the applause started. Apparently, my girl can’t take a compliment.  I could feel her getting wound up like a spring. We were supposed to leave at the walk.  Not quite.   Venus and I left at the extended trot.  So much for an encore.

Unmounted for special awards,
just like the hot, spicy CDI
horses ;-). Thanks Jenn Bryant
for the photo.

Saturday and Sunday’s performances also went well. I dismounted for the applause on Saturday, to help Venus sort it out. By Sunday she was more accepting of it, but she still made it very clear that there was no clapping at practice, and therefore clapping during a performance must be wrong. I will be making an applause CD to play in the indoor this winter.  Maybe we’ll need that skill in the future; you never know when 12 other riders will need me again.

 A special thanks to Unionville Equine for sponsoring the team. This whole experience was truly special.