|don't look too close or you'll want one too.|
Later, at lunch we were talking about training. She asked if I had a surcingle. I said no, but I was intending to get one. It ends with her loaning me one since she won't need it for a bit.
At supper I tell Ed "Sherry loaned me her surcingle"
"what?" he asks
I repeat what I said.
"You're not making sense. What did you get."
I repeat slowly "a sur-cingle. It's one word" I add helpfully.
"What is that?"
I explain that a surcingle is- that it's basically a way to ground train and drive a young horse as part of their early training. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surcingle)
|a training surcingle|
"So are you going to lunge him? I thought he was too young". And here I thought that he didn't pay attention when I go on about horses.
'yes he's too young to lunge but he's not too young to get used to the sensation of having a girth on. I'm going to start him tonight.'
"I bet he doesn't care" is Ed's considered opinion.
I am more skeptical After all I have more experience with horse training. I know that getting used to the sensation of something around their girth area is not easy for horses.
I head out to the barn. After a good grooming (seriously, how much mud can one young horse cake on!) I get out the surcingle and introduce him to it:
"This is a surcingle" I say "it's to help you get used to having a saddle strapped on and to help you learn about rein aids. This will lead to you impressing everyone at a show".
Steele sniffs it and yawns.
I lay it over his wither.
He shifts slightly.
I take it off and put it back on.
His eyes droop.
I put the girth on. When it comes around his belly his head comes up and his ears swivel back. I give him a scratch and he goes back to sleep.
I undo the cross-ties and walk him up and down the barn aisle. I expect him to react to the constriction as he moves.
He heads to the hay pile.
I put him in his stall with it on and I putter around. Steele eats his hay. After 15 minutes I go into his stall. I wiggle the top of the surcingle. 'nom nom nom' Steele continues to munch.
I undo it and take it off. Not even an ear flicks.
I go back in the house.
'That was fast' says Ed.
"Remember your prediction?" I ask
"was I wrong?"
"no. He couldn't have cared less."
"that horse is the most laid back animal I have seen" He says.
How on earth could I argue with that???