I'm in a major horse training funk. I got Dobbin in 2004. He was a mess. I don't have a complete history, but from what I know he was definitely abused (old rope scars, etc.) and terrified of whips and most everything else, started very young (say about 2 yo) by people who knew nothing about horses, sold and started again around 3 after he was gelded (saddle plopped on and 9 inch shank bit), ridden in a harsh-handed, ventroflexed forced rackish-gait (extremely confused about his gaits when I got him), ridden in a pack horse fashion on trails by different inexperienced riders, fell more than once with riders, malnourished, upside down neck, stifle problem, couldn't walk a straight line, couldn't turn, slab-sided, high-headed with a rock mouth, no conceivable whoa to speak of...I hope I'm giving the right details.
Once I got him and realized the extent of his problems, I wiped the slate clean and started him over from the ground up as if he'd never been started before. I spent over 1-1/2 years the first time retraining, with professional help as needed. He learned to lunge (would run full speed backwards, spook, drag the handler across the ring, hide his hiney, etc. - again, never the same thing twice). He softened to the snaffle bit, learned to straighten, turn, yield to pressure, voice commands for walk and trot and whoa. I started riding again, from the very basics - worked a nice active walk and remedial lateral movements for close to 6 months; the trot took another 8 months. He was extremely front heavy, like he was bogged down in cement, and once ridden would brace and lean against the bit, grab it, run sideways, a number of evasions. I would soften my hands and push him forward, no easy task, and was lucky to come out of it alive each time bc I never knew where we woud end up, face down on the ground, sideways in a tree - you get the idea. His transitions were like two trains colliding and this horse, unlike any I have ever in my life encountered, can move like a verifiable slinky.
To confirm it wasn't something I was doing, I even paid some top-notch riders (as in Grand Prix) with perfect balance and hands to work him; no difference. So I took on another training professional and we backtracked again. Once we came to the snaffle riding part again; it started all over. Yet I can free lunge him in a HUGE arena with body language and voice commands and he's fantastic. The trainer I have now won't ride him in a snaffle any more; he says it's just not for Dobbin and all we do is play the hard mouthed game instead of teaching him anything. We put him back in a curb and he's an angel. Yet I feel I have failed and am a crappy horsewoman and am obsessing about it all of the time. I've never encountered anything like this with any other horse and I'm not inexperienced. With the curb, it takes very little in the way of aids and seat; only when he decides to test it with something wacky like "ooh, let's see if I can suddenly gallop sideways towards that other horse" is it used to its effect and now that behavior has been entirely eliminated.
The vet says likely nerve damage in the mouth, after watching me work him in both bits and doing an oral examination. But there is no physical evidence of that in the way of scarring or splitting. I take extraordinary care of Dobbin - regular chiropractor, top vet care, best feed, joint support supplement, massages, equine dentist. He has the best manners of any horse at the barn. I am firm, kind, fair, and when all is accomplished guilty of being a bit of a softie, but never with training or groundwork.
So, first, I'd like to compare what I've done with what others do to rebit, to see if something was missed.
Second, has a horse ever made you feel like your previously successful skills and techniques amount to nothing?
Third, have I failed or do I just need to stop driving myself nuts and accept he goes in a curb and that's that?
I'm really depressed and in a major funk, so please don't beat me up. I've done a dandy job of doing that myself. I even dream about it.
Oh, and Dobbin stays with me for his lifetime. He came to me not to long after my sister died tragically and our bond is strong. I credit him for giving me a reason to live and despite our training challenges, he is meant for me.
I know I've asked regarding different facets of this same issue previously. Thanks to all who don't mind taking another look.
"Before" June 2004: http://pic80.picturetrail.com:80/VOL2132/10980997/19777067/319268439.jpg
"After" May 2008 (Trainer riding in curb): http://pic80.picturetrail.com:80/VOL2132/10980997/19777067/329506367.jpg
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