Post by kigerfan on Feb 17, 2009 19:12:09 GMT -5
Firefly has been around ropes, had ropes run over her, around her, under her, tied to her, etc. She should be very used to them...
Yesterday, it was raining pretty strongly and I've not been able to get a cover for her stall yet. I felt sorry for her, so when my hubby suggested we tie her under a tree, I though that might be a good plan. It worked well for a good amount of time, until, the rope rested at the back of one of her front legs. For some reason, that freaked her out and she tried to run. I can't explain what happend because it happened so very fast, but she came to rest on her front knees (on thankfully very soft soil) and she had her halter pulled so tight it was making breathing difficult. I had been walking around the house with my shoes off, so when this happened, I ran outside in my socks.
Thankfully, Firefly trusted me enough to be calm and holds still, while I pulled the halter tighter still, in order to unbuckle it. When it was unbuckled, I asked her to stand and she did without a problem. I checked her over and she was none the worse for wear. I had used a very thick very soft cotton rope to tie her and so it didn't cut into her or anything when this happened.
I was shaken by the experience and already a little out of breath. I got hold of her mane and her nose and guided her down towards the stall. She did great, till she realized I was putting her back into the stall. She wasn't keen on that idea, so after many attempts to evade me, she finally succeeded..... sort of.
I still had hold of her mane as she whirled and took off at a gallop. I got two hanks of mane in my hands and I held on tight. My feet were hitting the ground about one every ten feet. We gallopped all over the property that way until she decided finally, that she wasn't getting away from me. At that point, she stopped and decided to listen to me. I guided her about ten feet and turned her a few times and then scratched her neck and let go. By this time, my breathing was very labored. I worked my way back up to the front gate and made sure it was locked, then made my way to the house. I got inside and stood on the area rug, dripping wet, muddy and out of breath. I called my husband a few times before he heard me from the end of the hall. He was a little shocked at what his wife looked like!
I told him in bits and spurts, what had happened and after I regained my breath, I put on new socks and my shoes and we went back out to get Firefly. I walked right up to her, turned her and put her halter on. Then my hubby walked her to her stall and guided her in, taking off her halter and leaving the stall. By this time the rain had settled down and was just a soft sprinkle. I checked on her off and on throughout the rest of the day and the night and she shows absolutely no sign of any soreness or trauma of any kind for her experience. I, on the other hand, am very very sore all over. I think my next ride shall be on her back and not indian style running next to her
I'm thankful that everything turned out okay, and if all that happened is for me to be very sore, it's all good with me, as long as Firefly is unhurt.
I did however ask a friend of mine... at just shy of 49 years old... what the HECK am I doing flying around a five acre parcel dangling off the side of my horse like a mane decoration???
Yesterday, it was raining pretty strongly and I've not been able to get a cover for her stall yet. I felt sorry for her, so when my hubby suggested we tie her under a tree, I though that might be a good plan. It worked well for a good amount of time, until, the rope rested at the back of one of her front legs. For some reason, that freaked her out and she tried to run. I can't explain what happend because it happened so very fast, but she came to rest on her front knees (on thankfully very soft soil) and she had her halter pulled so tight it was making breathing difficult. I had been walking around the house with my shoes off, so when this happened, I ran outside in my socks.
Thankfully, Firefly trusted me enough to be calm and holds still, while I pulled the halter tighter still, in order to unbuckle it. When it was unbuckled, I asked her to stand and she did without a problem. I checked her over and she was none the worse for wear. I had used a very thick very soft cotton rope to tie her and so it didn't cut into her or anything when this happened.
I was shaken by the experience and already a little out of breath. I got hold of her mane and her nose and guided her down towards the stall. She did great, till she realized I was putting her back into the stall. She wasn't keen on that idea, so after many attempts to evade me, she finally succeeded..... sort of.
I still had hold of her mane as she whirled and took off at a gallop. I got two hanks of mane in my hands and I held on tight. My feet were hitting the ground about one every ten feet. We gallopped all over the property that way until she decided finally, that she wasn't getting away from me. At that point, she stopped and decided to listen to me. I guided her about ten feet and turned her a few times and then scratched her neck and let go. By this time, my breathing was very labored. I worked my way back up to the front gate and made sure it was locked, then made my way to the house. I got inside and stood on the area rug, dripping wet, muddy and out of breath. I called my husband a few times before he heard me from the end of the hall. He was a little shocked at what his wife looked like!
I told him in bits and spurts, what had happened and after I regained my breath, I put on new socks and my shoes and we went back out to get Firefly. I walked right up to her, turned her and put her halter on. Then my hubby walked her to her stall and guided her in, taking off her halter and leaving the stall. By this time the rain had settled down and was just a soft sprinkle. I checked on her off and on throughout the rest of the day and the night and she shows absolutely no sign of any soreness or trauma of any kind for her experience. I, on the other hand, am very very sore all over. I think my next ride shall be on her back and not indian style running next to her
I'm thankful that everything turned out okay, and if all that happened is for me to be very sore, it's all good with me, as long as Firefly is unhurt.
I did however ask a friend of mine... at just shy of 49 years old... what the HECK am I doing flying around a five acre parcel dangling off the side of my horse like a mane decoration???