<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113</id><updated>2012-01-25T19:00:42.856-05:00</updated><category term='freestyle'/><category term='two feet on pedestal'/><category term='question box'/><category term='linda parelli'/><category term='phase 4'/><category term='cones'/><category term='blanketing'/><category term='assessment'/><category term='stick to rail'/><category term='avery gauthier'/><category term='natural performer'/><category term='loss'/><category term='hand walking'/><category term='LBI'/><category term='7 games'/><category term='trail riding'/><category term='kelly sigler'/><category term='left brain extrovert'/><category term='bend to a stop. lateral flexion'/><category term='leading'/><category term='LBE'/><category term='pedestal'/><category term='level 2'/><category term='parelli western saddle'/><category term='undemanding time'/><category term='riding'/><category term='lateral flexion'/><category term='sideways'/><category term='cantering on line'/><category term='on line'/><category term='point to point'/><category term='featherweight line'/><category term='pareli'/><category term='driving zone 3'/><category term='hurry up and wait'/><category term='horse'/><category term='liberty'/><category term='emotional fitness'/><category term='partnership'/><category term='breathing'/><category term='RBI'/><category term='touch it'/><category term='level 1'/><category term='horse training'/><category term='horseanality'/><category term='natural horsemanship'/><category term='round pen'/><category term='rope halter'/><category term='grief'/><category term='unconfident'/><category term='playing'/><category term='online'/><category term='assessing'/><category term='clinic'/><category term='spooking'/><category term='driving zone 4'/><category term='zone 3'/><category term='figure 8'/><category term='New England Wood trails'/><category term='trail ride'/><category term='parelli'/><category term='circling game'/><title type='text'>Taking the Time it Takes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5536889708001579130</id><published>2012-01-25T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:00:42.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horses and Husbands</title><content type='html'>Another conversational blog by Jamie Greenebaum &amp; Jolene McDowell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My husband is not a rider. I started to say not a horse lover, but that is not quiet true. While he is not comfortable around them himself, he totally supports my horse addiction, even enabling it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I broke my arm a few years ago when Cici was stung by a bee on her belly and leapt in the air. I fell to the ground. As I was waiting for the bones to heal, Robert drove me to the barn every day. “Take as long as you need” he’d tell me, and he’d sit in the car reading a book. I would sit in the paddock with Cici and Casey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you doing this? I know how upset you are about the accident and how you blame Cici.” His response? “You need horse time to completely heal.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jo said: What a heartwarming story, Jamie. A few years ago I was in the running for first place in State in my Hunter-Jumper division. Every competition counted. The week of our biggest competition, I got a call from my son, saying their second child was on the way. I wrote off the competition and hopped on a plane, arriving into town before the baby. I was privileged to spend the week with them, helping out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally I had given up the competition, but as my plane landed back in Salt Lake City my trainer called, “The competition is running late, and if you hurry, you can make it.” I started to tell her I was just getting off the plane when my husband buzzed thru saying, “Honey, I have been watching this competition and it’s running late. I got your clothes (out of the dirty clothes), I’ve warmed up your horse, and I think we can make it if you drive straight there.” I told my trainer, drove straight to the competition, changed in the back of the trailer, and got to the ring 30 seconds before my turn in the arena.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think what we’re both trying to say is that whether they ride or not, whether they practice Parelli or not, it’s hard to do horses without support, and husbands can be a remarkable support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie said: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've noticed posts on Parelli Connect regarding husbands. How they have given their wives the opportunity to reconnect with their dream of horses. How they build things such as barns, slow feeders, cavaletti. Dig post holes and put up fencing. Even go ranch shopping! And how they are there for their horse crazy women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jo said: My husband calls himself “A Desperate Horse Husband”, but it’s always with a smile on his face. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have different styles.  He’s an old cowboy type, who was riding bareback from childhood. I think it’s important to support each other respectfully, no matter what our styles. While my husband doesn’t “practice Parelli”, I did notice him saying “Well, Parelli says . . .” when a friend mentioned a problem with his horse the other day. He had it right, so I just walked away quietly with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie said: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think my husband would agree with “Desperate Horse Husband”! While he is not involved with horses, he often tells me to “Go to the barn.” I pause and thank him for his willingness to share me with my horses.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5536889708001579130?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5536889708001579130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5536889708001579130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5536889708001579130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5536889708001579130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2012/01/horses-and-husbands.html' title='Horses and Husbands'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8883666520041725204</id><published>2011-12-28T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:26:57.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assessment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assessing'/><title type='text'>Assessing Struggle</title><content type='html'>I started thinking about assessing and how some people seem to move through the levels and savvys and assessing, and others, like me, get stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long long time ago, in the dark ages, I did an in-person Level 1 assessment. Looking back I am not sure how I managed to even make the appointment. Remember my heart pounding and worrying about how my mare Jeepers would react to my nervousness. Fortunately, she was a LBI and just rolled her eyes and helped me out. Well that was until we got to passenger lesson at the trot. By then she had had enough and headed straight for the lone tree in the middle of the paddock/riding ring. The tree with low branches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed and never looked back. That’s the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Parelli to develop my relationship with Jeepers, and to feel confident riding out on trails. After going to the barn, grooming, tacking up and riding in a ring, I realized I wanted more. More of a relationship, more of a connection, more confidence, more more more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a journey, my confidence has slowly built up and I ride the trails. Oh I still have thresholds but with Jeepers’ help and understanding we ventured out. I remember the first time we trailered with a friend to a new trail head and I thought, “Oh my gosh, I’m one of them!” (A trail rider). I now ride with Cici who is a RBI. Quite a different experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I saddle up I spend lots of time on the ground online checking to see who has shown up that day. Cici has taught me never to assume. She can go from seemingly “fine” to what I call her Blonde Bombshell Ballet (BBBs) – leaping, bucking, galloping, airs above the ground – in a nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m following the Levels and the Patterns. I’ve moved from a 12’ line to a 22’ and have just begun playing with a 45” online. Freestyle I play with the patterns, have begun to use a carrot stick riding and even ride with a bareback pad. I just haven’t assessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I am a Right Brain Introvert?  And that testing or being judged is not my forte? My thoughts range from: Why go through the anguish of taping an assessment? What is holding me back? Do I need to? Why should I bother? I can do a self-assessment. What difference does it make? I’m developing my relationship and connection with Cici, my confidence has grown, and I’m trail riding – isn’t that enough of an assessment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed last night, out of the blue, my husband asks me what’s the issue with assessing? Huh? Where did that come from? How does he know? He’s been listening to me?!?! He said he thought not assessing was holding me back. That I was probably further along the path than I knew or took credit for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks what I need to do for an assessment. I explain about the taping, the requirements and go on to describe some of the YouTube assessments I’ve watched. Where the cameraperson is running down the path in the woods and the image is bouncing up and down. Where the camera is set up at one end of the ring and the person and horse at the other are soooo tiny you can barely make out what they are doing. About the relationship each person has with their horse that shines through. About the little moments where they take the time to acknowledge and show their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offers to be my cameraman in a few months when he is feeling better. How can I refuse? It’s not just about me any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8883666520041725204?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8883666520041725204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8883666520041725204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8883666520041725204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8883666520041725204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/12/assessing-struggle.html' title='Assessing Struggle'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5620536133296160441</id><published>2011-12-15T18:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:36:50.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Moving to LB</title><content type='html'>Lesson with Avery. In preparation I spent an hour online seeing how Cici was feeling. Started out with the 45 and touch it, step on the cone, sideways over the barrel, sideways down the wall without my moving my feet. A bit of friendly and porcupine for backing. And on to circling. Cici loves the 45. She loves to drift out and circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to ask for changes of direction on the circle when she is moving slow. Noticing that she will now stop and just pull back when I ask for her to turn in to me. How interesting. After a number of changes of direction she agrees it is just easier to move at the gait I request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask Avery about this later she says Cici is being dominant. LB dominant. Oh no! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over to the cones for figure 8 and change to the 22'. I've kept one clean - was washed - for the lesson. The others weight a ton with mud and dirt. Start asking for change in the center and Cici goes into bucking, leaping, galloping. I encourage her to keep moving and then ask her in with extreme friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost an hour of a horse who really doesn't want to move and then bam! Moving for sure! And now Avery comes into the ring. I ask her about Cici cone-nection - where she goes to a cone and put her foot on it and stops - looking very pleased with herself. What is this about and how do I get her to move? More LB behavior apparently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery had me ask for change of direction each time Cici went to a cone and stopped. And then to circle around both cones once before asking for change in the center for figure 8. Talked about keeping the bubble of my circle the same size. That for every step I take back I need to do the same number forward for the draw and drive to be equal. Hmmm how interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici sure was moving now. Certainly RB. She goes RB when learning anything new. Today we play with figure 8s at a trot and canter. She was moving her feet. Took a while before she was able to slow her feet and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mounted up to see if we could continue to work on this. Riding her the issue was when she stops. Walking around the ring and she stops. Back up and then direct rein to change direction. But only want to see her eye (like in dressage) and the move her shoulders over. Avery got me a kidz carrot stick to tap on her shoulder - said to annoy more than anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop? Okay lets back and then change direction, oh and move those shoulders first. Lots to think about (me). Practiced at walk and trot. And wow what a difference in quality of gait. Had a free hip swinging walk and a forward moving trot. Awesome. Now all I need to do LOL is remember everything and practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery said Cici will test me a lot. That she will become dominant and LB and she might get worrying and RB. But test she will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5620536133296160441?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5620536133296160441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5620536133296160441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5620536133296160441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5620536133296160441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/12/moving-to-lb.html' title='Moving to LB'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8353296156065541240</id><published>2011-12-03T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:37:40.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linda parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>A Conversation Between Connect Friends about Grief &amp; Loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jamie Greenebaum &amp; Jolene McDowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Parelli suffered a tremendous loss recently with the death of Westy. In the messages of comfort and show of support, a lot of people talked about their losses of beloved companions, both two and four-legged. As Jamie and I read these, we realized that Parelli has indeed become a community and a loss for one is a loss for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: It’s never easy letting go. We develop such an attachment with the beings we love. It’s hard to lose them. Unfortunately, we all know the experience of grief: shock, disbelief, crying, exhaustion, confusion, feeling lost, depression, preoccupation, guilt, anger, bitterness and oh, the missing, missing, missing as we struggle with new life patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Jo, your words go right to where it hurts the most - the missing. It’s a tough subject as it brings alive all the loss I’ve experienced and the emptiness that is left behind from all the lives that have touched mine and are now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: Yes, the emptiness can take over. It’s so hard to watch others go on with life as if nothing monumental has occurred, when our world is reeling. The depth and intensity can be overwhelming, as if an tsunami has wiped out the world as we knew it in one swipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: To the world at large, we are expected to continue as if nothing has happened. Oh, you can grieve, but not for too long. You need to move on. Get on with your life. Others express their sympathy and love, but they have their lives and we are left alone with our personal devastation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: It’s hard to open that hand quickly and let go graciously, with no brace. It’s hard to not hold on to what we love, resisting . . .resisting. . .resisting the devastation. The level of grief will vary, depending on the gravity of the loss and the individual. It is so personal. We all meet it according to our individual personalities and life experiences. Yet meet it we must, for grief comes to us all. It is the price of living and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Yes, in a bittersweet way, grieving can open us up to more love. But it sure is a hard way to get there. I think being able to let go is the true gift. A few short years ago, I had to make the decision of when to let my mare go to those green, green pastures. Like you Jo, I came late to having horses in my life. “Jeepers” was my first, and she taught me so much. She brought me to Parelli. We were together for 12 years. As her health declined, she waited patiently for me to be ready to let go. That was her final gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: Just like you, and so many other Parelli members, I have had a lot of losses in my life. I like to say that grief and I are old friends. And it’s not so bad. It’s good to realize you can handle life and what it gives out. It’s good to develop resilency. It’s good to realize that, indeed, as one door closes, another door opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: I’ve never looked at it that way: “Old friends”. Yes, I suppose we are. But I’m not sure it is a friend I look forward to encountering again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: It took my son Nathan 12 years to talk me into a dog. And then this adorable Petite Shelty came into our lives. We called her “Shelley”. I never knew a dog could be like her. When my three sons and their friends would play basketball in the driveway, she would run circles around them until she left bloody paw prints on the cement. She wouldn’t stop running until they stopped playing. Not a week goes by that I don’t think of her, and it’s been 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Don’t you find that out of the corner of your eye you sometimes catch a glimpse of one who is gone? If you run after the image it vanishes. But it was there for that split second. I do believe they are with us, always in our hearts, ready to remind us of those special moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: When I was young I thought the one thing in life I would not be able to handle was the loss of a child. Well, I guess I am stronger than I thought. While I may not see the child I loved so much out of the corner of my eye, he certainly is always in my heart. I love to visualize my precious grandparents, my son, my dog, and by then, a few horses that I love greeting me as I enter the doors of heaven. That image alone keeps my feet on the straight and narrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: I believe our loved ones are patiently waiting for us in heaven. However, they don’t want us to hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: Agreed! In talking to others on Connect about this blog, many people mentioned their losses as well. Karen Daniels said she’d lost 2 brothers in terrible accidents and her father from cancer. Jennifer Snitko said “I think this is a very timely and important blog considering Westy’s death and the other human deaths in our Parelli family, not to mention all of our community who loose horses every year. Of course, it struck me particularly, as I lost a very special mare (my first horse as an adult!) this September“. I asked my Connect friends what helped them overcome their sorrow, and almost unanimously they said “Time, remembering and love” After the sorrow passes, there is joy in remembering what we loved so much. Everything we loved in the past, helps us love better in the future. We realize we are better people because of the beloved’s presence in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8353296156065541240?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8353296156065541240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8353296156065541240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8353296156065541240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8353296156065541240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8986964808177384279</id><published>2011-06-29T13:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:30:51.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='round pen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><title type='text'>Avery - June - Round Pen</title><content type='html'>Liberty is all about "the truth" of your relationship with your horse. Nothing to fall back on. Free fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start out online and checking the relationship. Asked for disengagement of hind end and then send front end around - just a couple of steps are fine to begin with. Building on 360 degree turn. Both sides. Wait for her to be soft and connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then remove the halter and do same at liberty. If Cici is not trying then tag and send her off. Which in the beginning we do a lot of. She quickly comes back to me within 1/4 of the way around. So we try again. Slowly, ever so slowly she gets it. And I get it. But the process of learning is challenging especially for Cici. She is an unconfident learner. Nostrils crunched up, breathing short and rapid and she tries to guess what I want instead of taking the time to listen. But as I get better at my asking she gets better at understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have fast laps around, stops for nibbling the grass, stops for visiting with Cruise on the other side of the fence, or Cheeta. And when she does stop I ask her to keep going. She can change direction very easily on her own - but need to keep her going in direction I ask. Get to see a few sliding stops when she thinks she is going to change of direction on her own and I suggest otherwise ; -)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the disengagement is going fine - both sides then on to check out yo-yo game. Quickly see the importance of two eyes. Because without two eyes when I ask for back she takes it as a send. So off tag she goes. Now she is getting more confident out on the rail so further distance before she comes in. But when she does come in she has a soft expression - question - on her face with ears forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on first just one step back and then draw towards me. Then two step yo-yo. The three. What a delicate balance. What fun! Look Ma no hands!!! (okay no Ropes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to be very particular in my body placement to be sure that the turns are facing me rather than away from me - head vs butt. Which of course means I start out with a lot of turning away (butt) turns initially. But I learn. Also learn importance of getting back to center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End when she is trotting around relaxed and keeping an ear on me. Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8986964808177384279?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8986964808177384279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8986964808177384279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8986964808177384279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8986964808177384279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/06/avery-june-round-pen.html' title='Avery - June - Round Pen'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6532779457222959175</id><published>2011-06-21T15:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:08:46.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><title type='text'>Round Pen</title><content type='html'>Mary called me at noon today to ask when I was coming over to the barn today. Just to tempt me further she said she had a surprise for me. And just to further tempt me said it was round and in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I dropped everything to go and see the ROUND PEN! I can't believe it, Mary did this really and truly just for me! She put it up in Cruise's paddock - large sand paddock, perfect place. He still has lots of room and can go in and out of pen. When I got there Mary was just so proud of what she had done. She was concerned that it wasn't really round, and thought that if she swapped the gate and one of the long panels that would help. Then decided to grab the two other panels that are in Cici's paddock and while I was waiting for Cici to finish her lunch, Mary finished up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even a back gate so I can walk Cici out her back gate down the fence line to this gate and go into the paddock with round pen. Amazing. Needed to put a handle on the electric top wire, Mary shoveled to make a path and voila we are all set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time in a round pen. Didn't want to overwhelm Cici, her girl friend is on one side and Crusie is on the other but she seemed fine. Started out with 22 foot line but since she didn't seem to be bothered, not like the outside ring, I unhooked the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly she has been worked in round pens in her past life. She took to the rail and walked and trotted like a pro. She knew what was expected of her. Asked for transitions and then a few change of directions - how cool is that?!?!?!? Both directions and disengage hindquarters. She came to me, licked and chewed and I felt that was enough for first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinning ear to ear. Thank you thank you thank you Mary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6532779457222959175?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6532779457222959175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6532779457222959175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6532779457222959175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6532779457222959175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/06/round-pen.html' title='Round Pen'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1537463154677030121</id><published>2011-06-08T18:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:58:14.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England Wood trails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail riding'/><title type='text'>How Green It is!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c50902c3bb984ddb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc50902c3bb984ddb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054147%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD7F15B312A6632F679C42285EAF7589F190B909.1B09BCAD9740A71C0B3495845DFAC10BA4A01158%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc50902c3bb984ddb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ5YLb4OTSsUM-mSqclrcYKhY4rs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc50902c3bb984ddb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054147%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD7F15B312A6632F679C42285EAF7589F190B909.1B09BCAD9740A71C0B3495845DFAC10BA4A01158%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc50902c3bb984ddb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ5YLb4OTSsUM-mSqclrcYKhY4rs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1537463154677030121?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1537463154677030121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1537463154677030121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1537463154677030121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1537463154677030121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-green-it-is.html' title='How Green It is!!'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-3620714228079602745</id><published>2011-05-29T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T13:05:25.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undemanding time'/><title type='text'>Unedited Casey</title><content type='html'>Just got a Flip camcorder. And Kim has requested a video of Casey, her namesake, and storytelling. Here is the unedited, unfiltered, rough cut of our first attempt to sit down with Casey and the camcorder LOL. I'll work on figuring out how to use editing software. 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No apologies, no explanations, no discussions, no regrets LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent undemanding time in the paddock with her and Casey. When she was finished with her hay she came over to hang out with me. We then went for a mosey and choice grass spots for some serious weedwacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh to have my little girl back is great!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-787980512921478800?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/787980512921478800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=787980512921478800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/787980512921478800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/787980512921478800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back!'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6916110461151107776</id><published>2011-05-28T20:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:06:12.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail riding'/><title type='text'>Riding to Open Space 2 day clinic with Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-font-charset:78;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0in;  margin-right:0in;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:JA;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:JA;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;} @page WordSection1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;This is an experience on going way beyond my thresholds. Haven’t trailered Cici anywhere in over a year +. Which horse will I have at the clinic? How will I feel? Can I handle her? How will Cici react to playing with other horses in the arena? How will she be riding outside in wide open spaces? Our comfort zone is trail riding in heavy woods. What have I gotten us into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cici steps off the trailer at Avery’s new farm, with every foot firmly LB. Even Avery is surprised LOL. She (Cici) is focused on me and isn’t the least bit phased by the four geldings in the clinic. They, on the other hand, are all immediately taken with this blond girl! All four drop their tongues, as well as other anatomical parts when they see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Initially I am a bit shaky and tell Avery that I am at the edge. She asks, “What can I do to help?” Such a simple question from a mere slip of a girl, and oh so comforting. With that simple question I know all will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;We play in this huge indoor arena. We play outside on a sandy arena and on grass. Tall, tall grass that has been mowed. Cici is so LB I am wondering where is my usual RB horse LOL. When we finally move over to circle on the grass and she stops to eat and I ask her to keep going she displays her BBB. I can laugh and ask her to keep moving those feet. She settles back to LB quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;In the afternoon we saddle up and again start out in the indoor. Avery mentions to the other people in the clinic about introverts, and Cici. How they look so calm cool and collected and then can explode without warning. No one had noticed Cici's BBB earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Asking Cici to trot and maintain the trot is the challenge. She starts off okay but quickly starts to argue with me about stick to the rail. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stop touching the reins" &lt;/span&gt;I politely ask her to go back to the rail but she has other ideas. So I go with her ideas and turn toward the center of the arena and do direct to indirect disengagement. Quicker and quicker. Takes a while before Cici begins to reconsider leaving the rail. Same with asking for trot. What I come away with is the importance of out persistenting her. This is another threshold for me. That I can indeed out persistent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Her trot is more relaxed. Not a jarring up and down trot but a smooth flowing trot. Even Avery commented on it - she had asked in the morning how long I had had her on the new supplements - only a couple of days. Clearly its her mind. Cici's mind - more relaxed - not worrying and thinking - and its being expressed in her movement. How cool is that?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;When we go to ride outside I am focused on stick to the imaginary rail in the "sand ring". Another threshold - riding out in the open. Realize this is much more about me than Cici. She is doing fine. I just need to get in harmony with her fine. Avery is there - supportive, encouraging, and slowly making her idea of trotting in this ring - mine. I have to smile. I am trotting around the ring in an open field with no fences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Day two we again start out online in the indoor, then move quickly outside. I am more confident and have Cici circling half on the sand and half on the grass. The footing is a bit wet and uneven and again she displays her BBB for everyone's benefit - much bigger this time. Avery suggests falling leaf pattern - so off we go across the grass. So much space to play with. I can really ask for her attention, keep those feet moving, change of direction, maintain gait. What a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;In the afternoon we are ready for our trail ride. Avery gives us tools for impulsive horses (direct, indirect reins/hindend disengagement), for horses who are upset about other horses passing- Cici (turn their noses toward the offending horse and sideways them away), and what to do when we come to a huge open field - form a big circle everyone facing inward - and let the horses eat the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;It is an amazing two days. So much to think about. And things to play with. Excited that Cici handled everything so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Well....when we finally get home and open up the trailer....Cici is a raving RBE! Head up like a giraffe, soaking wet, screaming her head off and can't wait to GET OFF THE TRAILER. She just about plows right though me! Where did she come from? Maybe I loaded up the wrong horse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The next morning, Saturday, I am at the barn at feeding time. I gather up her hay and walk into her paddock. Mary is on the other side of the fence feeding Cici's girl friend. Cici does not even acknowledge me! She nickers to Mary. I am standing right in her paddock, two flakes of hay in my arms and she is ignoring me! Mary leaves and Cici looks right at me and turns her butt to me and just stands there!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Totally blowing me off. She NEVER turns down hay. I am not going to put it down until she comes to me. (By the way, Casey has grabbed one mouthful and is totally torn about what to do - stand by his woman or eat.) We have a stand off for a couple of minutes. Finally she turns and walks to me and reaches out to take a small bite. Not a greedy bite, a teeny tiny bite. Who is the mare and what has she done with my beloved Cici!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I put the hay down and she walks over and eats. I leave her alone for about 20 minutes and then come back to the paddock with her halter. We need to reestablish some respect, some relationship. She does not even pick up her head. I start swinging my rope. She eventually leaves her hay and goes to the water trough. Now this is something I always allow - it usually goes she looks at me as I enter the paddock, leaves her hay and gets a drink. Then she comes to be haltered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Today she drinks, chews, looks at me, chews some more, takes another drink think about it and walks two steps towards me, then turns sharply to go to the hay! Catching game is on! She winds up running into the shed - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahahaha you can't be behind me now. &lt;/span&gt;And she just stands in the doorway looking at me. And I stand looking at her. A Mexican or maybe Massachusetts standoff. I keep looking at her and finally, finally she slowly, oh so slowly, walks out of her shed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I remember thinking when I signed up for this clinic - Two full days with Cici. Take our relationship to a whole new level. That's for sure LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6916110461151107776?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6916110461151107776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6916110461151107776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6916110461151107776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6916110461151107776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/05/riding-to-open-space-2-day-clinic-with.html' title='Riding to Open Space 2 day clinic with Avery'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-519138224749270037</id><published>2011-05-17T20:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:20:37.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Rains</title><content type='html'>Its been raining on and off for the last few days. Of course the paddock is turning into mud. Of course because we are in mud season. Time for muck boots and rain coats. Umbrellas - ooooh umbrellas - I'll have to bring one to play with Cici!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I got to the barn and looked over at Cici I wasn't sure what I was seeing - she is wearing black knee hi socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drbcSedAAbQ/TdMP9FCrKHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/B2p3izIf0n8/s1600/black-knee-socksX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drbcSedAAbQ/TdMP9FCrKHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/B2p3izIf0n8/s200/black-knee-socksX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607843503006230642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they didn't affect her willingness to put her feet in the hula hoop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAPBmMOg5Uc/TdMQOosRKwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vylgUGwFZAU/s1600/mud-socksX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAPBmMOg5Uc/TdMQOosRKwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vylgUGwFZAU/s200/mud-socksX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607843804633705218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think is that since her whole body is not covered in mud she was kneeling down to eat the grass on the other side of the fence. There is even mud on her right jaw as she turned her head to get under the wire. Quite agile and creative my little girl is when it comes to grass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-519138224749270037?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/519138224749270037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=519138224749270037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/519138224749270037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/519138224749270037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-rains.html' title='Spring Rains'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drbcSedAAbQ/TdMP9FCrKHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/B2p3izIf0n8/s72-c/black-knee-socksX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4149951691258235884</id><published>2011-04-23T23:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:14:13.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touch it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Avery - April 20- Cones + Followup</title><content type='html'>(Posted on PC) Unexpected lesson with Avery (Wednesday). Schedule mix up. Played touch it  from trot and canter. I love these seemingly simple tasks that take on  so many issues. Its like Avery gives me a puzzle to work on each time we  get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking Cici to maintain her trot around the circle, stop at the cone.  Coordination for me on when to ask her to stop. Too soon? Too late? If  Cici doesn’t stop at the cone or misses it then I need to keep her  trotting. At first I don’t even think Cici is aware of the cone.  Consistency and repetition. Slowly we get it together and Cici starts to  ask questions. She stops at the cone. Yippee kiyah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really important  that I give Cici all the time she needs to process this. We wait. And  wait and wait for that licking and chewing and even get some nice  blowing of nostrils. I can clearly see how she is doing, how hard she is  thinking by her nostrils. As she processes new things they get a little  pinched. When she blows out – and has thought about what she did, they  relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we do it again? And then change direction and its like it is a whole  new game. But it doesn’t take quite as long before she is asking me questions  in this direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery commented that she (Cici) is now slowing herself down physically.  How the first time I had a lesson with Avery Cici could not trot slow  let alone canter. She only had &lt;span class="caps"&gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt; trot - head high - and  gallop. Now she has three very nice gaits. And how she is also slowing  down emotionally. At the end of this lesson Cici was not hyperventilating! A first!!!!! &lt;span class="caps"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then tried it at the canter. Cici clearly tries to strike off on the  correct lead going to the right. She now has the beginning of an  understanding of the pattern and it only takes a few tries before she  starts asking questions and stops when I ask at the cone! Yippee!!! My  oh so clever little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn about the importance of my intention. Cici reads me like a  book, even if I am unaware. At the very end of the lesson Cici is  standing quietly as I reach under her jaw to swap the 22 with the 12. My intention is to get this done and Cici just backs away…."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  don’t think so&lt;/span&gt;"…until I exhale and bring my energy down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday (Thursday day of rest), walk into the arena with a plan. Focus on touch it – cones,  barrels, saddle. Sideways. Backing. Then circling game with cone. Cici walks the circle, stops at  the cone, licks and chews, looks at me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "What now?"&lt;/span&gt; !!!  Clearly she has spent her day off thinking about the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at the canter she is ready willing and able to stop. Well stop her  front end at the cone and the hind end swings around. She is facing me,  looking at me with her ears pinned on me. Wooohooo!!!!! Awesome pony.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I watch her feet and Avery commented on how her ears were  focusing on me. Her ears? She has ears? Feel like I’ve been on zoom  focus on her feet and my new game is to see her &lt;span class="caps"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; body – ears to hoofs! Because her ears sure are dancing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am "looking" I recognize her 1000 yard stare. She will stop and look at me with her eyes just closed a little, ears back and nostrils with a single wrinkle in them. She stares right through me. But NOW getting two soft eyes, relaxed nostrils - soft and open - and two ears. What a beautiful face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4149951691258235884?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4149951691258235884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4149951691258235884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4149951691258235884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4149951691258235884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/04/avery-april-20-cones-followup.html' title='Avery - April 20- Cones + Followup'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1713266213656404798</id><published>2011-04-18T18:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:28:11.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Casey the impossible horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPgzxQgtczg/Tay4gJ1HBLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o7sHfSP70m8/s1600/Casey-listeningX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPgzxQgtczg/Tay4gJ1HBLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o7sHfSP70m8/s200/Casey-listeningX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597051299448685746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been reading the book with that title to Casey. I sit on the rock and read to him. Cici continues to eat her hay. Its all about him after all. Casey just stands right in front of me. Quietly. No inching to nip. No biting. Just watching and listening. A perfect gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I notice that Casey seems a bit quiet. Not nudging me. And he is hanging out at the gate. I look him over, check his feet and go sit on another rock. The paddock has a variety of rock seating. He comes over and I start to tell him a story, I don't have the book with me, about a little boy named Casey and his adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Casey just stands in front of me and listens. I reach out and stroke his face from forelock to nose. Gently time and again. I have NEVER, EVER been able to do this with him. He always tosses his head, tries to bite me, moves out of reach. But as I am telling him the story its like he has fallen under a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my thoughts are is there something medically wrong with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I once again take the time to sit and talk with Casey. He comes over and stands quietly. And allows me to stroke his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the missing piece? He wants to hear me talk to him. Talk in that story telling voice. Oh I do talk to him, but it is usually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop nipping! Back up out of my space! Back up! Put your ears forward. Ouch!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the answer to our relationship be something so simple?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1713266213656404798?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1713266213656404798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1713266213656404798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1713266213656404798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1713266213656404798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/04/casey-impossible-horse.html' title='Casey the impossible horse'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPgzxQgtczg/Tay4gJ1HBLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o7sHfSP70m8/s72-c/Casey-listeningX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-849822982266517536</id><published>2011-04-17T17:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:52:51.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Cones continued</title><content type='html'>Cici's fascination with cones continues. Four cones placed for a question box become four cones that have to be stepped on. One at a time. Quietly. Patiently. But definitively stepped on before we can proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place a cone in the middle of the ring to use as a focal point for freestyle circles. All is well as I keep the cone in my peripheral vision. Then I glance directly at the cone, Cici takes this "focus" and makes a beeline for the cone. Walking right up to it and stepping on it and stopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-849822982266517536?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/849822982266517536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=849822982266517536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/849822982266517536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/849822982266517536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/04/cones-continued.html' title='Cones continued'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4565218925652545943</id><published>2011-04-01T17:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T18:35:10.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Cones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJjKq8jwVzI/TZZR9VjUM-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bvEs_d4w1FI/s1600/CICI-nosing-cone1x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJjKq8jwVzI/TZZR9VjUM-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bvEs_d4w1FI/s200/CICI-nosing-cone1x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590746101626188770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend/sister &lt;a href="http://http//shannonranch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim Shannon&lt;/a&gt; mentioned, ha, challenged me to set up cones on a circle to inspire Cici to keep moving along. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Place cones at regular intervals on a circle. Start by playing Touch It with each cone swapping sides for fun and balance. When I then stood in the middle and asked for a circle Dove was drawn to each cone as she went around and voila a perfect circle (if I set the cone out right that is!) She would also put in great effort to stop at a cone vs our previous dribbly downward transitions on a circle game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaUvoU0nf1M/TZZR1hCQozI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U0gAAVF-r2M/s1600/Cici-pawing-coneX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaUvoU0nf1M/TZZR1hCQozI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U0gAAVF-r2M/s200/Cici-pawing-coneX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590745967269815090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have four cones and at first I don't want them too far and place all four in half the circle. Well they are kind of close but maybe that will be a good thing when Cici starts out. I quickly realize I need to spread them out more because Cici is just done with one before she on the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send her to the first cone. Point and use the carrot stick to suggest she head on out to it. She stops and looks at me. Then lowers her head to the cone. I wait. She lowers her head down and just almost touches it. I suggest she move on. She touches it with her nose and then stands still. I wait. She loves just hanging out. I suggest she move on to the next cone. She now paws (hoofs) the cone and knocks it over. And paws it back up. Oh so proud of herself. Oh so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nos7szpdIWc/TZZRqlWbxYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4Ts_-Tfslss/s1600/Cici-mugging-coneX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nos7szpdIWc/TZZRqlWbxYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4Ts_-Tfslss/s200/Cici-mugging-coneX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590745779449611650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Send her to the next cone. And she spies the pedestal that is just outside the circle. Off we go to pedestal. Hey touch it. Up she goes and stands up on the pedestal. I give her lots of dwelling time and then ask for her to go to the next cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to cone behavior. She touches it - nose or hoof - and then stands quietly. I put a little pressure on her and she checks it out some more. Rubs her nose up and down the cone and knocks it over. Now she is nibbling on the bottom edge. Takes the cone edge in her teeth and gently lifts it up and puts it down. I wait. Ask for on to next cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts to come in to me and I ask for sideways to the next cone. This is so exciting. Moving her feet with precision. She will nose, prod, lip, tooth, and lick (there is only one specific tasty cone that she licks each time) the various cones. Knocks them over and puts them back upright. The "puts them back upright" is with her nose, teeth, and feet! She likes to knock them over, but doesn't like to leave them that way. And if I ask her to move on to the next cone, well when she comes back to a downed cone she will right it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she nosed over a cone - tried to get it back up first with nose again, then front hoof. Still unsuccessful. And all of this is done in a kind of underwater slowmo action ; -) I ask her to move on and as she steps over the offending cone she manages to step on it (or kick it) with her hind leg and upright it!!! Feel like I'm at a football game as I pump both arms straight up over my head - GOAL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer Cici played with the cones the more curious she became. The progression went from just nosing the top or pawing at the cone to nosing up and down the length,  lipping and toothing the top and edges, licking one delicious cone, and placing her foot on, over, around. She was exploring all the surfaces. And enjoying taking her time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4565218925652545943?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4565218925652545943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4565218925652545943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4565218925652545943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4565218925652545943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/04/cones.html' title='Cones'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJjKq8jwVzI/TZZR9VjUM-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bvEs_d4w1FI/s72-c/CICI-nosing-cone1x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1702663142902339231</id><published>2011-03-25T15:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:16:56.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Fire breathing dragon</title><content type='html'>We've been playing in the outside ring the last couple of times. How interesting it is! I don't know whom I'm more surprised at...me or Cici. She is running true to form - leaping and galloping. Now wait a moment...this is what blogging is about....thinking about what happens....processing what happens....and having ah ha moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have been putting special emphasis on her antics in the outside ring. Thinking that they are different than what happens in the indoor. But WAIT ONE MOMENT....they are not different. They are the same. She will let herself get distracted by something and then use that to start moving her feet and then go RB and unconfident. Or like yesterday LB and exuberant. So what I planned on writing about is not what I'm writing about. Oh Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she does indeed turn into a fire breathing dragon complete with sound effects. Her head is soooo high, I swear her neck grows. And her face becomes longer. And her legs finer. And her tail turns into a vertical flag. She is prancing and dancing. Galloping. No leaping. She is breathing hard and fast. Her nostrils are long and narrow and billowing with each quick breath. I have a RBE on the end of my 22' line - FLYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is totally amazing is that I am calm. I can think. I can appreciate how beautifully she is moving. I just watch her move. Wow. Love seeing this while I'm standing on the ground. Don't want to experience this from her back. Ever. And recognize that this is very different than yesterday's explosion which was LBE. I think we will see where this goes as I am planning on a trail ride with V. Know that I have a choice of getting on her or not. But what is most incredible to me is that I can deal with this. Don't feel that just because she is a fire breathing dragon one moment that I don't have the savvy to bring her back from the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use extreme friendly to interrupt her. I have to bring my energy way up to even get her to notice me and then drop it quickly as she comes in. She is bug eyed, nostril flairing and high headed. Her breathing is quick and rapid. She stands staring first over my head than lowers her head a smidge and stares at me. I wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. Outside I don't have music today LOL. No counting songs. I can see she is beginning to come into herself and a blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiggle my finger at her to back. She shakes her head. This is a great thing because it does indeed mean she is thinking, that she is back to being herself. So I wiggle it again and she shakes again and takes a step forward and puts her head on my chest. Ahhhh. Lowered head. Ask for back again and we go through the snorting on me, shaking of head, licking, chewing, more snorting and blowing as she comes off the adrenalin and back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is before I even put a saddle on her. And when I tack her up and continue to play she is right there for me. A partner. Walk trot canter both directions soft and willing and correct leads in each direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1702663142902339231?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1702663142902339231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1702663142902339231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1702663142902339231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1702663142902339231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/fire-breathing-dragon.html' title='Fire breathing dragon'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2255821789491018070</id><published>2011-03-23T18:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:09:00.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Right Lead Canter continued</title><content type='html'>We've been working on Cici's right lead canter. I can see she really thinks about it. The left lead is right there, but when she starts to canter right lead there is a momentary hesitation - she even skips sometimes if she starts to strike off with the left front. Clearly it has become a mental issue more than physical. I've been posting daily on PC but want to collect my thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each day we've been playing with it it has become better. She still seems to exaggerate - over reaching with her right leg - but she is putting the pieces together. And I am getting better at setting her up for success by paying careful attention to my send and making sure she crosses over in front when going to the right and not falling forward. Proper preparation in the correct position - guess that goes for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we play in the outdoor ring. It is finally clear of snow, ice and trailers  (parking lot for most of the winter). And the weather is in the 40s. I take it nice and easy as the outdoor ring is where Cici likes to blow off steam. She can quickly turn into a RBE and race around leaping in the air, snorting like a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo-yo for a while. Want to improve her backing. Her draw is fine. Its those feet of hers. Although when Avery was on the end of the line I noticed that Cici backed up very nicely. Hmmm. Well then send her out on the circle. She is a bit dragging so changes of direction to get her thinking about me. Then changes of direction as her head starts to get high and she starts to trot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think she is ready I ask for right lead canter. I watch her collect, round her back, and go into a right lead gallop. A beautiful right lead it is indeed. Find myself just admiring her as she is galloping around, okay with a few leaps in the air thrown in for good measure. But her movement is fabulous. And she is keeping that right leg out front beautifully as she settles in. Also she is not pulling on the rope. Right lead gallop on the circle with slack in the line. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just admiring her as she goes around - no thoughts of RB or LB or if I should ask for change direction or bring her in or ask her to keep going. Just admiring my golden girl. She looks so different outside (as opposed to in the indoor under artificial light) in the soft defuse light (its going to start snowing soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reengage my thinking mind I ask for change of direction and as she listens to me finally bring her in. Her head is up but her nostrils are only slightly contracted. Hmmm means she is more LB than RB that this was more exuberance than unconfidence. Also she is not hyperventilating. As she does whenever Avery is around LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for a lick and chew. She lowers her head a bit but its not happening. I ask her to back. I just wiggle my finger and she shakes her head at me. I wiggle my finger and she blows her nose at me, shakes her head again, licks chews lowers her head and snorts several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling leaf and Ss patterns for a while. Sideways. More backing. Then back to the circle. Few changes of direction to keep her head down and when she is going to the right and trotting around softly I ask for the upward transition into a beautiful relaxed flowing right lead canter. No hesitation. No thought. It is right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this program. Thank you Pat and Linda. I love it when I can see what is going on, know what to do about it, do what needs to be done and Cici turns into my Princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2255821789491018070?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2255821789491018070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2255821789491018070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2255821789491018070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2255821789491018070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/right-lead-canter-continued.html' title='Right Lead Canter continued'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8378692774983761307</id><published>2011-03-20T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:56:09.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail riding'/><title type='text'>Fisher Cat Trail</title><content type='html'>Went out again with V for our second trail ride of the season and she said lets do the Fisher Cat Trail. So named for the two Fisher Cats we saw climbing big pine trees off the trail. Have the Sleeping Deer Trail, Red Tailed Hawk Trail, Precipice Trail, oh and the Cart Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fisher Cat Trail has this one steep hill that Georgie likes to tack across - zig zagging his way down, and Cici likes to skip down it. Today Georgie took it straight and Cici took her time. Its steep enough that while leaning back I grab hold of the cantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of downed limbs and a few downed trees littering the trails. Some we just stomp through - that is Georgie's MO, and Cici is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if he can do it so can I!&lt;/span&gt; - some we walked over and a couple we had to make adjustments to the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we get back there is a pool of water off the trail. I call it Violette's Pond for one of the other riders I first saw there hand walking her horse. When it gets dry during the summer this is a place of lush grass. Today the pool is still and V asks me "How's Cici with water?" as she starts to walk Georgie through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici stops at the edge and takes a sip. Then a longer drink, takes a couple of steps into the pool and then she starts to splash. V said, "Oh no, you know what that means?!?!?! She's going to roll!"  I don't think she is but just to be safe, I don't want to go wading myself, I ask her to turn back to land and then circle her back into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgie is standing quietly in the water near the other side. Cici needs a bit of encouragement as she really wants to do more splashing. And then we get to the deepest part and the water is over her knees. She plows through to the other side and keeps on quietly walking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange to acknowledge that I am now much more comfortable riding on the trails than I am in the ring. I remember years ago my fears about trail riding and comfort with the ring. A balance would be nice. Comfort no matter where I'm riding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8378692774983761307?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8378692774983761307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8378692774983761307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8378692774983761307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8378692774983761307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/fisher-cat-trail.html' title='Fisher Cat Trail'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6355570101992841355</id><published>2011-03-19T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:12:41.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trail Ride 2011</title><content type='html'>Finally. Not snowing. Not raining. No ice. A delightful day, temps in upper 40s. Blue sky. NO bugs LOL. Went out with V and Georgie. First outing on the trails and Georgie hasn't been ridden all winter so taking it slow and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once out of the indoor and climbing the "stairs" up to the the upper paddocks and trails I found my seat! Found my balance point, alignment, confidence. Go figure! More comfortable and confident out on the trails than in the indoor. Cici was calm and happy to be out. Did manage a couple of scoots when she got a gust of wind up her butt. But then immediately back to pleasure horse head set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6355570101992841355?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6355570101992841355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6355570101992841355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6355570101992841355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6355570101992841355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-trail-ride-2011.html' title='First Trail Ride 2011'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7047293059297562133</id><published>2011-03-12T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:36:49.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Right Lead Canter</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes the stars align. Your thoughts and actions become one. And your horse is right there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one moment this morning while playing with Cici we both got all the pieces to come together and online under saddle she lifted her shoulders and struck off for a beautiful right lead canter!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what Avery had said and what she showed me about Cici falling to the right. I got very particular on the send. Paid more attention to her and did lots of change of directions as soon as she went high headed until she softened and was willing to trot with slack in the line and then asked and WOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was really awesome to be able to see the difference, to see how she willingly rocked back to strike out with her inside front right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7047293059297562133?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7047293059297562133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7047293059297562133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7047293059297562133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7047293059297562133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/right-lead-canter.html' title='Right Lead Canter'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2775281867659475155</id><published>2011-03-09T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:17:14.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Avery - March</title><content type='html'>I played with Cici for an hour before Avery was to arrive. Wanted her to be ready! Cici that is. Avery always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out again with the featherweight, but noticed Cici seemed to need more of a connection. I got out my 22' and realized what a difference it made. Like a firm hand instead of a gossamer wing. She seemed much happier. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacked the girl up and the fun began. I mentioned to Avery how Cici had gone from really wonderful before I tacked her up yesterday to leaping in the air. Well today was a repeat. As soon as I asked for trot she started to wind herself up. Trotting faster and faster around, head up, and when I asked for canter - right lead - she would struggle, counter canter, cross canter or just flat out gallop. Going to the left she was still getting high headed and going faster, but she would canter left lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's objective was a nice right lead canter. Oh and Avery wanted me to get very particular about how I send  her  - first zone 1, then zone 2, then zone 3. Get her nose turned first, then her forehand and then sideways to her hind end. Also that if when I was walking towards Cici and if she didn't move and I had to stop  - she was being dominant. Oh and if she didn't move her nose, and popped out her shoulder to me - she was blocking me. Being dominant. So much to think about in the space of a nano second.....Oh Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure got to practice a lot! And the next issue was to get her attention as she was flying around on the circle. Avery says, "Shut her down" and change direction. And each change of direction was a being very particular about the send. Well I was struggling with the shut her down, before I could struggle with change of direction. And all of this was with that RB extravert she has now turned into. So all the pieces were supposed to be happening fast fast fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in the "I've never seen this take more than 2 days" LOL. Well Day 1 ended with a soaking wet horse - heavy winter coat, cold day. Spent about an hour hand walking and changing sheets to cool her out and dry her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery's observation - with Cici its all about moving her feet. Said she is most comfortable at the walk. Gee so am I LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2775281867659475155?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2775281867659475155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2775281867659475155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2775281867659475155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2775281867659475155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/avery-march.html' title='Avery - March'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7742140131038556175</id><published>2011-03-07T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:46:02.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Windy Day</title><content type='html'>Temps start in the 50s this morning and drop into the 30s by afternoon with a strong cold, maybe that should read cold strong wind. Front moves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici and I go play in the indoor. Strange noises from the building. Creaking I understanding. Its the crashes that are a bit unnerving. Must be, hopefully is, the last of the snow. I hope I hope I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici is concerned but now she is looking to me for leadership. OMG is this possible? Don't want to make too big a deal of it but this is huge. Okay not so huge. Just back to OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the featherweight on and realize it is not giving her a feel of me. Hmmm how interesting. She is hesitant about leaving me and going out on the circle. Do some change of directions but she really just wants to come in. And when she does she comes right up to me and puts her head in my chest. Loves her ears rubbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take her to the wall for sideways. She is much more confident here and will go out about 10 - 12 feet from me. Stop with my sigh. And then friendly over her back. And wait for lick and chew. That is hard. Well maybe not so hard. I lean my back against the wall. She leans her face against the wall. I relax and turn away. She relaxes and half closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait. Listen to a song on the radio. Think should I keep waiting? But she has not cocked a hind leg. So I wait. And think. And think about her thinking. And when I think I need to do something she licks and licks and licks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7742140131038556175?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7742140131038556175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7742140131038556175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7742140131038556175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7742140131038556175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/windy-day.html' title='Windy Day'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2007702775171679644</id><published>2011-03-05T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:09:27.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stick to rail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>One more day</title><content type='html'>Again used the featherweight line. Cici sure likes it. Almost liberty and yet we are connected. Like  gently holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online she trotted the circle calmly for 5 laps. Didn't wind herself up into a faster and faster and faster trot where she would ultimately break into canter. Today it was a nice forward moving non frantic trot. This I can see riding. Both directions. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on her we played with stick to the rail. I've probably already posted this, but here is again. I realized if she can't play stick to the rail at the walk how could I even consider trying it at the trot. Same with cloverleaf. She has stopped arguing with me. Well for now she has. She seems to be listening. Well until she doesn't LOL. Don't want to give the impression my little girl is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right need more corrections than going to the left today. Hey progress. So after a nice around the ring going to the left I asked for trot. She was right there willing, and gave me a nice small trot. Working on both of our confidences. So I kept asking for more and more connected trot steps. We are slowly getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even another snow slide off the roof. Cici just did an in spot spook. And I didn't even have a chance to lock up tight. More progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention she has begun The Shed? Time to end wearing fleece or I'll leave the barn looking like her, including the dapples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2007702775171679644?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2007702775171679644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2007702775171679644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2007702775171679644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2007702775171679644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-more-day.html' title='One more day'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1710787757436787210</id><published>2011-03-04T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:17:59.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stick to rail'/><title type='text'>A bit more trot</title><content type='html'>When I get to the paddock today Casey lifts his head out of the breakfast hay and trots over to greet me. Cici looks at me, looks at her hay - she got the good soft and green stuff today - and goes back to eating. I walk toward her, twirl the rope and she reconsiders and walks directly past me to the gate. Stands and waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not looking at me however. Never made contact again. And as I walk toward the her and the gate, she clearly decides she has waited long enough and walks back to her hay. Leaving me at the gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally get it all sorted out and off to the indoor we go. She is quiet today. Waiting for me to figure out what we are going to do. Some very nice sideways along the wall. And after friendly we wait a bit - not quite a song - for the lick and chew. I've been wondering whether or not she is getting more LB and that is why the lick and chew seems to take a while. Contemplating what other things she can do? or is she thinking about confidence - or her lack of it and getting over that? Have to talk with Avery about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play a little more with sideways without a wall, just the littlest ask on my part. At first try she goes forward, again, but then she begins to really listen to me and crosses over front and rear. One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide to get the featherweight line today. And it is a good decision. Cici clearly likes it better than the heavy old 22'. She is very responsive and I realize quickly that we are going to ride today! Check out both directions. Wait for lick and chew. Tack her up and check her out some more. Realize the importance of my calmly waiting for her to lick and chew. Find it hard today since she seems so willing to wait, but know I need to. I need that acknowledgement from her that she has processed what we just did. Ah - taking the time it takes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on my confidence trotting. Decide to see how we are feeling first. Cici is really very soft today. She sticks to the rail going to the right with almost no corrections all the way around. Cloverleaf she is listening and not tell me what we are going to do. Switch direction and to the left stick to the rail has more corrections necessary. Cloverleaf again nice, listening and doing what I ask. When I stop in question box get very nice licking and chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back out to stick to rail and then trot. I am feeling like, oh yeah, I remember this. Feels great. Back to working on Cici maintaining gait. But I think, well a couple of weeks ago she couldn't stick to the rail, so we will just be passively persistent in the proper position for this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A patch of snow slides off the roof while we are trotting and all Cici does is throw her head up and stop. Yippee!!! Me? I'm tight and gripping. But quickly unclench LOL. Its her reaction that has me cheering. Because after a few moments she licks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1710787757436787210?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1710787757436787210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1710787757436787210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1710787757436787210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1710787757436787210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-more-trot.html' title='A bit more trot'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5734970165795880814</id><published>2011-03-02T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:54:39.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>Talking about my emotional fitness. I know I have grown and strengthened it when I am on the ground playing with Cici. Things that used to completely unsettle me I now laugh at. And ask Cici to keep going. But under saddle. I am much more conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was super windy and apparently still snow on the indoor roof. I say apparently because there were strange sounds, sliding, crashing going on while I was playing with Cici on line. Now her emotional fitness is strengthening. At first she spooked at the noise, ran a few strides then turned and faced me and licked and chewed. The next time she just turned and faced and licked an chewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wonderful. However I kept having thoughts that she was not in the right frame of mind to ride. But it was I who was not in the right frame of mind to ride. I keep visualizing riding and trotting and cantering around the ring with a broad smile on my face. Feeling her move under me. And feeling confident and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visualizations feels wonderful. But then the wind picks up and the roof makes strange sounds and I say, no not today. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5734970165795880814?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5734970165795880814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5734970165795880814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5734970165795880814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5734970165795880814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/03/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2080706488510465464</id><published>2011-02-27T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:03:38.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got stuck</title><content type='html'>Woke this morning to a couple of inches of new snow. Thought we were done with this stuff. Put on my jack and zipped up. Oh didn't get it right and got the zipper stuck. Really stuck. Stuck so bad I have to step out of the coat and put on another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads are clear thankfully. But when I get to the barn the driveway has not yet been plowed. Car handles the snow fine. Meet M in parking area and she chides me about not waiting til 2 hours after the snow ends for her to plow. Suggests I pull car into outside ring. I do. I get stuck! Spinning wheels, going nowhere stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the car muttering I'll deal with it later. Go get Cici and play in indoor. But I can't stop thinking about stuck. I can't quiet my mind. When I am supposed to be quiet and waiting for Cici to lick and chew I realize I am not quiet of mind. That place I always go - quiet calm serene - is not there today. And Cici is picking up on this. When I ask her to trot on the circle she turns towards me,  lifts her front end and manages to put a foot over the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not in a good place. I let her back up and step over the rope. I thank her for bearing with me this morning, but I think it would be best if I bring her back to her paddock so she can finish her breakfast. And I go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2080706488510465464?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2080706488510465464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2080706488510465464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2080706488510465464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2080706488510465464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-stuck.html' title='Got stuck'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7662075178194547846</id><published>2011-02-23T16:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:27:27.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestyle'/><title type='text'>Second day Freestyle</title><content type='html'>Wow two days in a row! But then Julie came from across the street to work her hunter pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The working consistently is making a huge difference with Cici. Online took a lot less time. And her licking and chewing is coming faster. Also the extreme friendly is beginning to take hold of her mind. I actually got a lick and chew with head up immediately after a lively sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is settling into the stick to the rail. A decided if she argued I'd back her. Had to do that a couple of times at different places and she licked and chewed immediately. We were riding for about 15 minutes when Julie came in. Just walking along the rail with cloverleaf for variety. Cici was settling into the walking. And listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Julie in ring I stopped Cici in question box and let her just think. And I waited and waited and waited for the licking and chewing. Cici was aware of the pony cantering around the ring - in front of her, around the side and behind. Her ears where keeping tabs on pony. But she was standing calmly head pointing straight. Cocked first one hind leg then the other. I wanted her to really really relax, so I used the environmental distraction to my advantage. Oh Boy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Julie left we went back out to stick to rail and cloverleaf. And when I stopped again got more licking and head shaking and finally yawning! Yippee!!! I love boring my horse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7662075178194547846?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7662075178194547846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7662075178194547846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7662075178194547846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7662075178194547846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/second-time-freestyle.html' title='Second day Freestyle'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4054079621201084858</id><published>2011-02-22T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:44:22.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freestyle</title><content type='html'>Finally have the time and no one is around. Start with online. While yesterday she had to kick up her heels a bit today she was much with me. We have been working on the wait. How long after she does something that I have asked for and then friendly over her back for her to lick and chew. I've taken to counting songs on the radio! Oh she cocks a hind foot, she lowers her head, she blinks, half closes her eyes and I watch her lips and chin quiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn away, move away, lean on my carrot stick, cross a leg, even crouch down to remove any pressure she might be perceiving from me. And wait. And wait. And wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she licked quickly the first couple of times. Then we got into 1 and 2 song waits. But she seems to be softer today than yesterday. So run through sideways, figure 8s, circling and playing with laps, maintaining gait over a pole and softness. Did an extreme friendly and she came right in and licked immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacked up and played some more. Noticing she is starting to avoid sideways along the wall. She will line herself up and then just walk parallel to the wall. This is now becoming a pattern. Hmm better do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freestyle - yippee. Riding - staying at walk played with stick to rail  and clover leaf. Stick to rail is slowly getting there. She consistently  has a couple of places, different in each direction, where there are  issues - issues like not staying on the track. When I try and mix things  up she argues with me – "No, we are doing  right hand turns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Working towards that place where she asks a question  instead of tells  me what we are doing. This is really very very  provocative. And staying  at the walk is also turning out to be very provocative. Hmm how   interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After riding for maybe 20 minutes I ask her to stop in the question box. Stand and wait. And wait. And wait. And then she starts licking and chewing. Then head shake. Then yawning. And yawing and yawing. She just can't seem to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4054079621201084858?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4054079621201084858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4054079621201084858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4054079621201084858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4054079621201084858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/freestyle.html' title='Freestyle'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2143624349652266269</id><published>2011-02-16T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:48:06.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Taking the time</title><content type='html'>Today in our play time I start Cici off with a bit of hands on her, sweeping her bladder meridians. Then grooming. We are in the corner and there is stuff, other people's trash around and she is wandering over to check it out. Ever hopeful that there is a treat buried somewhere. I quickly get upset at her not standing. Hmmm how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over to sideways along the wall. Nice steps and then friendly and wait for lick and chew. I find it hard to wait. But the first sideways is well worth the wait as she licks and licks and licks and licks. This is going to her right. Change direction and get resistance on the line. Attitude. She does not want to go sideways to her left. Change direction and nice feel. Change direction and she doesn't want to change direction. She backs, she lines herself up along the wall and walks forward. Am I that far out of position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus, reorganize and she goes sideways. Hindend lagging. We are both struggling. Finally get a couple of nice steps, stop, friendly and wait. She has her head against the wall. It is slowly lowering. Her eyes are closing. I think she is going to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on to sideways around the barrels. We have been playing with this and then I ask her to walk just her front legs over the barrels and do a couple of steps sideways. Remember to end with friendly and wait. And wait and wait and wait. She blinks her eyes. No licking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that I keep thinking about time. What time it is, how much time I have, what time I need to leave. Try to put the time issue aside. But find myself glancing at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M comes into the ring and wants to talk. I am playing with circling and transitions and thinking about laps and ask Cici in. As I stand and listen to M talk and talk and talk, Cici finally licks and licks and licks and licks. It has taken quite some time for her to release. I am thankful that M has come to talk with me. This has given Cici the time she needed, that I was not giving her. Hmmm how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M leaves and we continue with circling and figure 8s and tack up and even manage to mount up and play stick to the rail at the walk and clover leaf patterns. Just quiet, calm, walking. Relaxed. Trying to find my rhythm again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End with Cici yawning. Stretching her neck and head out and really really yawning. Shaking her head and more yawning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2143624349652266269?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2143624349652266269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2143624349652266269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2143624349652266269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2143624349652266269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-time.html' title='Taking the time'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5925808484089005517</id><published>2011-02-15T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:27:50.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Finding time</title><content type='html'>Just seems to be no time. Since my lesson a week ago there just doesn't seem to be enough time in the day. Of course planning a birthday party for myself and going to my Aunt Norma's 90th party in the same weekend probably had a something to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed a little time to play but only online. More emotional fitness. I wanna wanna wanna be playing and riding, everyday!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5925808484089005517?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5925808484089005517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5925808484089005517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5925808484089005517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5925808484089005517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-time.html' title='Finding time'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1358493162173563717</id><published>2011-02-09T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:41:34.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestyle'/><title type='text'>Lesson Day</title><content type='html'>Avery's coming today at 11:00 so I get to the barn at 9. Some energy work is needed for Cici and then grooming, cleaning and playing. She was very RBE yesterday and I want to take the time it takes to get her ready willing and able to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while today does not start off like yesterday, I play with Cici for over an hour and still don't feel she is ready to ride. She is slipping back and forth between RB and LB - leaning more and more toward the RB side. But I do feel she is beginning to pay attention and decided to take out the feather weight line and play with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery says that the feather weight is best used when Cici is in a learning from of mind. Ah ha! How does Avery always know that hole in my thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about increasing laps with Cici and how not to bore her with them. Learning state of mind. When Cici is in the learning state of mind that is when to work on increasing laps. When she is not, well that is what we worked on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she will maintain the gait I ask and keep tension off the rope - great. As soon as I feel her pulling on the rope, change of direction until tension is kept off. Same goes for gait I ask. I ask for trot, she goes to canter  and is pulling - change of direction. So we did lots and lots of changes of direction at trot and canter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with sideways along the wall. I learned to be able to tell the difference, lets see if I can get this down - important for me to remember. Zone 1 is leading, zone 4 is lagging. If I put a feel on the rope and she braces against me - we are in dominant behavior and change direction/sides. If I put feel on the rope and she yields I can ask zone 4 to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get her moving in a relaxed manner, stop, exhale, relax and then play friendly game with carrot stick savvy string over her saddle. Two times - up and back and then relax, take a step back to remove the pressure and wait for her to lick and chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one  point, I have Cici sideways down the wall toward the end/corner. I am not coordinated and when I get it together to swing the carrot stick she reacts (I took too much time), backs up, turns, she is now past the corner, looking out the back door. Avery had been sitting on one of the barrels that is parallel to the door, she gets out of the way as Cici jumps the barrel and books out the door up the path into the deep snow! Somehow I let the feather weight slide through my hands, but hold on to the end during all this. Amazing what 22' can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to play friendly this way with more things that I do with her. Need her to get to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh that means relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! Things to think about. Lick and chew on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Avery says Cici is ready to get on. I am not sure I would have assessed her in the same way - ready to get on - but I trust Avery. We play stick to the rail at the walk. Cici is has more impulsion than I am feeling comfortable with. Avery suggests adding a circle when she is impulsive. Circles in corners, or adding circles along the long side. Whenever I feel she is walking faster than I am comfortable with. And Cici slows down. A few steps in a relaxed walk and we stop and let her lick and chew and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of direction and same things. Avery suggests I do this at the trot. Cici starts off impulsive immediately and I think this is not for me today. After all the time playing with Cici on line, I am just not together with her in confidence. Emotional fitness. But what is important is being able to say, "not today." So we continue at the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about clover leaf pattern. Can I introduce it as a way to keep Cici from getting bored? Learning frame of mind. If Cici is focused and doing stick to the rail well, then sure add clover leaf pattern. But if she becomes dominant go back to stick to the rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Avery I am thinking about taping my level 2 online assessment. "Sure go for it." She mentioned looking at level 3 circling games - spiraling. Offer Cici more or less rope for her to circle with. And for Cici to keep tension off the rope at whatever length I give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always Avery is right on with the missing pieces. They are the small pieces that make everything go together. I use change of direction, but feel I've been using it in a gross manner. Avery is fine tuning my use. Same with what we worked on with sideways. Refinements, details, finesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course now I can't wait til the next time I get to play with Cici.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1358493162173563717?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1358493162173563717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1358493162173563717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1358493162173563717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1358493162173563717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/lesson-day.html' title='Lesson Day'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2260328887537886820</id><published>2011-02-08T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:01:52.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Falling snow</title><content type='html'>Notice when I get to the barn this morning that Cici is standing at the fence line with Cheeta. The girls are chatting. I check to see if she has been fed yet and M says that she was fed in her shed a while ago. But if she was fed why is she standing outside in the drizzling rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gather all my stuff in the indoor, saddle, bridles, ropes, barrels and cones. And then I head to the paddock. Cici is still at fence but comes over to me, very interested in food. I walk into the shed and find three flakes of hay untouched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmer weather and rain is causing today's earlier snow of more than an inch of wet snow slide. And there is snow falling off the roofs everywhere. Cici is not happy. Head up and big eyed. And I was thinking about riding today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show Cici the hay and then walk back into the shed and she follows. She grabs a bite and I go back outside to see if I can't shovel the path into the shed. Just the sound of striking the snow shovel into the snow causes Cici to book out of the shed. Thankfully she doesn't run me over, she avoids me and runs through the deep snow, almost falling in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring the hay out of the shed and let her and Casey eat. This is breakfast! She needs her strength. After a while eating I halter her and she leads the way up the path to the indoor. Great chance to work on driving from Zone 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the indoor she is really head up and whites of eyes showing. She is listening and watching for falling snow. I really bring up my energy to match hers and to have her listen to me. Lots of backing, sidesways with and without the wall, figure 8s and change of direction. Have the barrels out and she flies over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circling game is a challenge and she wants to leave. And then she scares herself and runs into me and puts her head in my chest. Do lots of change of direction every few steps and she starts to see this as a pattern and change before I ask. Hmm how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that backing matching her energy is effective. Lots of licking and chewing. On the circle when she spooks and takes off I ask her to keep moving her feet and she is circling and her tongue goes in and out. Finally ask her in and get a huge sigh from her, more licking and final lowering of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on saddling her and riding, but realize there is more snow yet to fall. Call it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2260328887537886820?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2260328887537886820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2260328887537886820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2260328887537886820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2260328887537886820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/falling-snow.html' title='Falling snow'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-674511889437054606</id><published>2011-02-04T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:01:17.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sideways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Snacking lying down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUyOLcoWpQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R6YmtIkqhXk/s1600/Cici%2Blying%2Bdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUyOLcoWpQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R6YmtIkqhXk/s200/Cici%2Blying%2Bdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569983166465615106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I get to the paddock today I see Cici lying in the snow. And Casey also. I quietly open the gate and Casey gets up, shakes himself off and comes to greet me. Cici is still lying down. That large green mound in the photo is her. I don't know whether or not to be worried so I continue to quietly approach her. Then notice her jaws are moving. And then I see that she is eating the hay that is scattered around her! Just finishing up breakfast, in a very leisurely relaxed manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She allows me to approach before she gets up to say good morning. Halter her and using the tracks she has made in the paddock, that yesterday I tramped down with my snow shoes we walk to the gate. Now the gate opens a little bit less than the last storm, and the path wall are higher. I send Cici out and she walks up the channel and stops. I tell her just to wait for me to latch the gate, not to turn, and she obliges. And then its driving from zone 5 up and down the path to the indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, its been two snow storms (2 days) and a shoveling day since the last time we made it into the indoor to play. And what a great session that was! She immediately makes for the pedestal once I get her blanket off, and up she goes. She likes just standing there. The step is so high that I am once again concerned about asking her to put her hind feet on it. Wait until Avery comes and see what she thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I back Cici off the pedestal and I turn away, she goes back up. Laugh and let her stay there a while. I then walk behind her and pull gently on her tail and she moves sideways with her hind feet while keeping her front feet firmly planted on the pedestal. Hmmm how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal is in the ring with us today. She is going to be lunging her horse. This adds a level of distraction that I think will be interesting to see how Cici reacts. Before she gets started I do sideways with Cici, some backing, stick to me and then go play with circling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the other person is lunging or trying to lunge. He is distracted by Cici, as she usually works him alone. And she uses voice commands. Trot, trot, trot, trot, terrr rot, and when he does something she likes there are all the good boys repeated over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why Pat doesn't advocate voice commands. Today I could kiss him for that. So while she is walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, good boy, good boy, good boying I am slowly going crazy. Cici is also a bit distracted by all the terrrr rot as I am sure she was taught to terrr rot with voice commands. But she is listening to my asking for terr rot with a point of the finger and support with carrot stick if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and block out the noise and wonder how much longer this will go on. Cici is not as focused and with me as she was on Monday. But then again I am not as focused and with her as I was on Monday. Hmmm, how interesting - another emotional fitness challenge! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out two cones to practice figure 8s and change of direction so change things up for both of us. Reestablish our connection and the other person leaves. Yippee. Sorry to be sooooooooooo well quiet I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to play with circling and laps and quietness and responsiveness. Cici has a bit of attitude and I have her trot sideways along the wall. That changes her mind quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddle her up, preflight check and get on. Again work on stick to rail and Cici has this idea down. No stops for grazing on the hay scraps on the ground by the stalls, just sticking to rail. At the walk. Trot is another matter. Here she has the tendency to want to cut corners, go on track two, and come quickly back to walk. But we are slowly making progress. A good thing as Avery is coming next Wednesday, provided no more snow storms. And I don't know if I will get to ride again before that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-674511889437054606?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/674511889437054606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=674511889437054606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/674511889437054606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/674511889437054606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/02/snacking-lying-down.html' title='Snacking lying down.'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUyOLcoWpQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R6YmtIkqhXk/s72-c/Cici%2Blying%2Bdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5060666566274452683</id><published>2011-01-31T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:01:57.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Circling Game more laps</title><content type='html'>Oh I love my little girl Cici. She is right there for me today. Day 6 with more laps more laps and today she is just so willing. Right off offers 5 laps at walk. And a lovely walk if I do say so. Then trot, again nicely moving, 5 laps, and 5 laps at canter. What is so awesome at the canter, I just raise my hand and point one finger up and up into canter she goes. It is all so calm and effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change direction and at walk, lap one she stops to grab the mouthful of hay that is lying right in her path on the circle. Wonder why she missed it the other way? Lap two she stops at almost exactly the same spot and poops. Lap three she stops and smells the poop. Well she is maintaining direction and certainly looking where she is going. Two out of three is pretty good. I am laughing at her LBI behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We focus again and nice walk trot canter laps. Again calm and effortless. Wonder what tomorrow will bring - oh I know - more snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5060666566274452683?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5060666566274452683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5060666566274452683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5060666566274452683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5060666566274452683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/circling-game-more-laps.html' title='Circling Game more laps'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6396687474584521849</id><published>2011-01-31T18:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:44:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four on the floor err pedestal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUdII2FbrDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6AvMwmpKse8/s1600/Casey-all-4-aloneX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUdII2FbrDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6AvMwmpKse8/s200/Casey-all-4-aloneX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568498781061360690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casey is a super star! On Saturday I brought out the pedestal and asked him to put his front feet on it. Sunday day of rest. Monday ask for all four and here &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUdIdkGhbPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LEovb9QHC2w/s1600/4-little-feetXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUdIdkGhbPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LEovb9QHC2w/s200/4-little-feetXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568499137011346674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he is anxious to run off the the circus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6396687474584521849?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6396687474584521849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6396687474584521849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6396687474584521849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6396687474584521849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/four-on-floor-err-pedestal.html' title='Four on the floor err pedestal'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUdII2FbrDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6AvMwmpKse8/s72-c/Casey-all-4-aloneX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2734899052337287985</id><published>2011-01-30T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:05:23.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sideways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Riding once again!</title><content type='html'>Today the stars were completely in alignment. No one was in the indoor. No riders, lessons, trainers, stall cleaners. Just me. And Cici. Oh yeah and Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M told me he was going to "fix" the back gate to their paddock. Seems Cici  popped open the gate this morning. Fortunately she waited for an audience and did it just to show she could. But if the gate is to be fixed - well I am taking Cici out but leaving Casey behind - just not fair to M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A procession walk up the shoveled path - Casey leading, me in the middle, and Cici following. Oh how I love Parelli. Orderly, quietly, calmly. Once in the indoor - what to do with Casey. Can we close the doors to the indoor? Front doors close, but last door in back is stuck in a solid block of ice. Okay guess its stall time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never put Casey in stall. And I find out why - he starts kicking the walls, stamping his feet, screaming, oh and there is an empty water bucket that he can practice his drumming skills on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my thoughts of having a quiet time to play and ride Cici are fast disappearing. Every time Cici and I get close to the stall the racket inside escalates. She is concerned about his distress. Her head is up. She is listening to him and not to me. Emotional fitness? I scream at the top of my lungs. Then I take a deep breath and begin to play with Cici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I start out with liberty - lead over her neck. Pedestal - up she goes. Figure 8 around the cones. Sideways. Even a bit of backing. Online to sideways down the long side without me moving my feet. Then to Circling Game. She goes out on the circle and walks. Really walks. I remember when I could not get more than two steps without a stop or turn and face. It is amazing to realize how far we have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get 4 circles at the walk, trot for 4 circles and canter for 3. The pieces are coming together. She is beginning to understand. If she does turn to check with me I can correct her by just pointing. Both directions walk trot canter. Ask her to trot and then walking circles over to barrels. She trots, jumps over and trots away. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tack her up, a bit of sideways, backing, circling. She is listening. Its time to get on. I remember what Pat said about stick to rail - having his mastery students spend a day on it. So today that is all we do. Stick to the rail. All the way around the whole arena. There is hay on the ground outside a couple of the stalls and Cici stops for a bite to eat. I back her. Only takes 2 times of her stopping to eat and my backing her for her to just keep walking. Its been so long since the last time I rode and it feels like yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2734899052337287985?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2734899052337287985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2734899052337287985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2734899052337287985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2734899052337287985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/riding-once-again.html' title='Riding once again!'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2401641023587511434</id><published>2011-01-30T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:33:45.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two feet on pedestal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Pedestal Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUW52ergxZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mZWgtTM-vPY/s1600/Casey-on-pedestalXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUW52ergxZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mZWgtTM-vPY/s200/Casey-on-pedestalXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568060859913127314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A first! First time both feet up on the pedestal! Isn't he just the cutest, fuzziest, most adorable creature you have ever seen??!?!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our play session begins with Casey taking me for a walk. Up the path from paddock to indoor, through the indoor, out to say hello to the Friesians. Bites Beau's face. Is that nice? Neither seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The he decides to walk down the hill to the lower barn, through the parking area and into the outdoor ring. Everything has been plowed so he is moving. This is one of his favorite things - going to a dog walk. He leads I hang on to the end of the lead and away we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the ring, out the back gate and down the tractor tracks to the "far side" paddocks, Casey in one tire track, me in the other. We get to the paddocks where M is moving snow with the tractor and Casey reconsiders and turns around heading back all the way to the indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now for a bit of focused play. I get out the big yoga ball, taller than he is. Casey flicks it away and leaps in the air, bucks, kicks out with both back legs and charges the ball. He now runs into it and keeps going, putting both knees into the ball while rubbing his face on it. He soccers the ball from down the length of the indoor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he aims back kicks at me, and I know its time for really focused circling game. Full steam ahead! I send him out and ask for all he has and he willingly obliges - going as fast as his little legs will carry him - low to the ground. Hilarious to watch. After 4 or 5 laps change of direction and off he goes again. I ask him in and he quickly turns and faces. Not even breathing hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the pedestal out and ask him over to it. Takes only a few times using the savvy string and carrot stick to convince him that stand still on the opposite side of the pedestal is a comfort place. And then I porcupine the lead and ask him to take a step forward. Opposition reflex. I ask again politely. He pulls back. Ask again and puts his foot on the pedestal. But no weight on that foot. It is outstretched and I place it back a bit so that he is in a better position to be able to step out. And he does!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be ready for the circus in no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2401641023587511434?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2401641023587511434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2401641023587511434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2401641023587511434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2401641023587511434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/pedestal-casey.html' title='Pedestal Casey'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUW52ergxZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mZWgtTM-vPY/s72-c/Casey-on-pedestalXX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4797537593951245124</id><published>2011-01-29T20:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:19:13.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 more circles</title><content type='html'>Today is day 4 for more laps from Cici in circling game. We start out with a bit of liberty. There is a lesson going on in the ring with a little kid who is supposed to be staying on the track. Two cones had been placed as markers in the opposite corners, just off the track for the kid to steer around. I use them for point to point with Cic. Drape her lead over her neck and off we go. I have noticed that she will walk out with more energy if we start out with liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with point to point for a while, then off to pedestal. Even do a bit of sideways. Then get her 22 and first play with backing and the circling. Get very nice 3 laps at walk. don't want to tax her LOL, building slowly. Trot very nice, change of direction and when I ask for trot she gives me canter. So I say thank you and ask her to maintain the canter, each time she comes down to trot. Three complete canter circles. To the right- and this from a horse who a year ago could not canter for more than 3 strides going to the right .... well as long as it wasn't her idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Cic is listening and soft and no hi jinx. Of course today would been the perfect time to saddle her, but there are now three lessons going on in the ring. But so happy with where we are in circling. A yippee most definitely!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4797537593951245124?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4797537593951245124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4797537593951245124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4797537593951245124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4797537593951245124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-4-more-circles.html' title='Day 4 more circles'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8024911341845804306</id><published>2011-01-28T13:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:42:28.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Groan, more snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUMwyiElhOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xyq5Y8H3jks/s1600/path2X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUMwyiElhOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xyq5Y8H3jks/s200/path2X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567347209057699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excited to get to the barn today. Have time blocked out - ring to myself. Get there early to pre things. Chat with M for a bit and then set up indoor with pedestal, cones, barrel. Get all my equipment and saddle out and ready. Head out the back of the indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into more snow. Snow, snow, snow. Another 14-16" fell yesterday. My past hard work shoveling the path to the paddock was not evident anywhere. There was no path. The snow was smooth. And deep. So I began digging. And digging and digging to create a new pathway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sides are getting taller and taller. Casey sees me working my way down to the gate and comes and watches. As I get closer he sticks his head through the bars....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where are my treats?!?!?! you were not here yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUMxJ0pI24I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mautekYVS3g/s1600/Casey-by-gateX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUMxJ0pI24I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mautekYVS3g/s200/Casey-by-gateX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567347609179839362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dig my way down to the gate, and start shoveling out the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Casey can easily keep in touch (that means nipping me through the gate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; as I work my way down the gate. When I finish on the outside of the gate and open it to work on the other side, he is now very interested in nosing the gate open and enjoying a bit of liberty. Without me! Keeping one eye on him I continue to shovel out the gate area. Worry about things freezing and then I won't stand a chance of opening the gate until a spring thaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Cici? Eating her hay. With the temperatures low she is getting lots of hay. And she is eating it all. Every last morsel. She lifts her head up, while still chewing, and gives me a hello look. And drops her head back to the hay. She has fluffed it quite a bit so that keeps her busy - walking around eating up all the scattered hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUM0I3d2tUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vshs4qvM9y0/s1600/snow-shedX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUM0I3d2tUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vshs4qvM9y0/s200/snow-shedX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567350891292833090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finish up around the gate and glance over to their shed. Boy am I in for a shock. From the other side it looked like there was a way in. From this perspective it is clear that there isn't! Snow from the indoor roof combined with snow from the shed roof have completely closed in the doorway. There are tracks on the flanks of this avalanche pile that show me Cici tried to get in. She must have sunk into the snow up to her chest. No way can I do this by myself. So I enlist the help of M to join me in shoveling out the door way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the barn around 10:00 and I leave around 1:30. And I never even get to put a halter on either of my horses. I'm exhausted and thinking about how sore I'll be later. I'm just plain worn out and don't even take another picture of the lovely path into the shed. And I still need to put away all the play things, my tack and equipment! I know someday I'll ride again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8024911341845804306?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8024911341845804306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8024911341845804306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8024911341845804306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8024911341845804306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/groan-more-snow.html' title='Groan, more snow'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TUMwyiElhOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xyq5Y8H3jks/s72-c/path2X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4166243587897497111</id><published>2011-01-27T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:50:55.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Value of the 7 Games</title><content type='html'>With all the snow we have I have come to value the 7 Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug out the back gate after the first storm. Thought I had moved enough snow at the time, but now with each additional storm the swing of the gate is getting smaller and smaller. It is one of those 8 foot wide metal gates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand inside the paddock, swing the gate out and SEND Cici out. She quietly walks past me and SQUEEZES through the opening. She TURNS and FACES and WAITS. I practice a bit of YO-YO asking her to BACK into the deep snow and come back onto the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is facing me as I fasten the gate and I DRIVE her forehand to turn 180 into the path I've dug in the snow that leads from the paddock to the indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving her from Zone 5, she leads the way up the narrow shoveled path. How cool is that?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4166243587897497111?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4166243587897497111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4166243587897497111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4166243587897497111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4166243587897497111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/value-of-7-games.html' title='Value of the 7 Games'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5687347997929961260</id><published>2011-01-25T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:21:38.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Laps at Circling Game</title><content type='html'>Well I'm staying focused. Next 7 times we play thinking about more laps on the circle. This is day 2 LOL. More laps, kind of like "more meat, more meat" from Steeleye Span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici starts out with a very nice walk. And she does two complete circles at this forward moving walk. As opposed to her not being able to walk more than 2 steps without stopping. I am very impressed and optimistic. I have the ring to myself, and have her saddle on the saddle rack, planning on freestyle stick to rail after staying on the circle online. I then ask for trot and she maintains gait, maintains direction and looks where she is going for six laps! Wooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change directions and everything changes. Hmmm how interesting. She changes walk into trot and trot into canter with galloping and airs above the ground thrown in. She gallops around and over the barrels. Sure maintains gait and  direction and looks where she is going as she leaps up up up over the  barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about how I could not get her to move her feet not that long ago. Canter more than 3 or 4 strides? Now she is cantering around and around. I know I need to make sure the gait is my idea and have her maintain it. This is our challenge. Along with others LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice asking for downward transitions and have some success. Sort of. Her energy is way up. So I bring my energy up, matching hers, and give one strong pull on the lead. She throws her head up, stops and looks at me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what did you do that for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is focused on me. I drop my energy but keep things moving and she is right there. Send is yes ma'am. We go to the wall for some trotting sideways and she floats down the wall. To the cones for figure 8 and she walks the pattern with only one finger point from me in the middle. And I'm almost at the end of the 22" line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to circling and ask for walk. She keeps breaking into a trot or canter. And I keep asking for downward transitions and staying on the circle. Finally she gives me one complete circuit and I call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that her antics do not upset me as they used to. Emotional fitness. I even use the slapping the savvy string back and forth over my head and put a feel on the lead, when she is galloping and she turns in to me and stops. When she used to take off I'd drop my carrot stick. Now I keep it and use it as an effective tool. I notice that matching her energy causes her to notice me. Our partnership is developing more and more. I think I am being more provocative. Sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for today included riding. Amended that as I feel while I am getting through to her mind and feet, her feet need to move a lot more. There is always tomorrow. This winter is sure proving challenging. What is the saying - "It is what it is". Yup and I sure am having a great time exploring what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5687347997929961260?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5687347997929961260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5687347997929961260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5687347997929961260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5687347997929961260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/laps-at-circling-game.html' title='Laps at Circling Game'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4627237840677394597</id><published>2011-01-23T13:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:34:03.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sideways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Way too cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTyBkbJlfII/AAAAAAAAAE0/SPgQ3qP9z2s/s1600/Casey-frozen-forelockX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTyBkbJlfII/AAAAAAAAAE0/SPgQ3qP9z2s/s200/Casey-frozen-forelockX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565465702286326914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is 12 degrees when I leave home to drive to barn at 9:00 this morning. And watch the car temperature sensor drop to 5 in some cold areas, go up to 9 and then settle at 7 as I drove up the driveway. How could I do anything with Cici? It is just too cold! Look at Casey - his forelock is frosted - its all white not the usual henna touch ups he has done (and yes that is a piece of hay in the middle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the latest Savvy Club DVD with Pat a couple of nights ago. He had three of his students riding patterns. And he talked about the important of riding the pattern until the horse gets it. The importance of the circling game - maintain gait, maintain direction, look where you are going. And the importance of stick to the rail. Again maintain gait, maintain direction, look where you are going. That the horse should say, Oh I know this pattern, as long I as stay on it she will leave me alone. And it clicked. Finally clicked with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma, do I play with Cici or not. Decide to as yesterday she made it very clear she really wants to move her feet. Start slow with backing. Being inspired by Kim's postings recently, and other blogs - doing the littlest, and practicing what not good at - I play with backing. Cici is classic introvert and backing is oh so slow. I want to get it better. Play with my energy as well as intent. And slowly achieve 5 to 6 nice steps backwards. Steps with energy. Steps with intent. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then over to the wall to play with sideways. Cici does a nice sideways, but her hindend lags. Today is about being particular, not critical. And lo and behold she can move front and back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then circling game. And I decide to see how many laps she can do. At trot I get 1-1/2 and she turns in behind me. I send her and get another 1-1/2 and she turns in behind me. I send her again and canters behind me. Hmmm, how interesting. She is not maintaining gait or direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she comes in and licks and chews, and when I back her she shakes her head at me while I shake my finger at her LOL! She is feeling more comfortable, more dominant, more LBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is on the circle and decides to come in and I send her back she is bunching up for a gallop. And off she goes for a few strides before she turns in to me again. I send her back out - this is very provocative for both of us. Then I think of Avery having me slap the savvy string back and forth over my head while I ask her in using porcupine on the lead rope. She is cantering, having ignored my request for trot when I start swinging the carrot stick and porcupine the rope. She has a momentary hissy fit and I swear she is stamping her feet as she turns in and stops facing me with both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see we need to play with circling more than 2 to 4 times. Its that balancing act of boring her and getting through to her. Realize I've been afraid of boring her and clearly have not gotten through yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4627237840677394597?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4627237840677394597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4627237840677394597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4627237840677394597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4627237840677394597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-too-cold.html' title='Way too cold'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTyBkbJlfII/AAAAAAAAAE0/SPgQ3qP9z2s/s72-c/Casey-frozen-forelockX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4480351219684471103</id><published>2011-01-19T14:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:09:14.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTdClpDnTHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HLWG1ejCc_w/s1600/snow-tunnelX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTdClpDnTHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HLWG1ejCc_w/s200/snow-tunnelX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563989079083142258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had a snow storm with 24" and then one with 4" to 6" and then ice, rain, wet snow. Yuck! All the snow is slowly compressing. Today as I was walking around in the paddock, I glanced back at the shed. Shed? where is the doorway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shed is built onto the side of the indoor. With the warmer weather (rain not snow) and all the rain, the snow that had accumulated slipped off the roof. And piled up in front of the doorway to the shed. The top of the snow drift/pile is maybe a foot below the overhang of the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up the hill to the shed and saw that Cici and Casey did walk out - I think they were in the shed eating their hay when the snow slide occurred. I look at the deep tracks and at the overhang and wonder how Cici ever managed to clear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTdCgA015sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PrVZ0cF26Go/s1600/snow-tunnel-2X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTdCgA015sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PrVZ0cF26Go/s200/snow-tunnel-2X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563988982384420546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me 20 minutes to dig out a path. And when I did I put Cici's halter on and asked her to follow me into the shed. I wanted to make sure she was not afraid. She walked in and let out an enormous sigh. Casey as you can see had no problem either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4480351219684471103?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4480351219684471103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4480351219684471103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4480351219684471103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4480351219684471103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-tunnel.html' title='Snow tunnel'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTdClpDnTHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HLWG1ejCc_w/s72-c/snow-tunnelX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6281323619903663585</id><published>2011-01-19T14:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:57:31.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featherweight line'/><title type='text'>Featherweight rope</title><content type='html'>I had to get out the new featherweight rope today as my 22' line was wet, dirty and soooo heavy I just could not use it. Wow the featherweight is exactly that. Featherweight. My phases became oh so soft. Cici became oh so much more attentive. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sideways all the way to the end without my moving my feet. Played with trotting sideways and got several steps in each direction, and when she broke from the trot she was walking very lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent her to the pedestal and she floated over to it and up. She gets a bit careless with her feet. She just steps on the very edge. She steps on the very edge with just part of her hoof. She has stepped off the pedestal and crossed her legs, and I thought she was going to fall over. I told her she has to pay attention to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played on the circle. Wow. The feel is so different. Its like having a kite. It feels like flying! If this is liberty I really need to get serious and figure out some way to create the illusion of a round pen for Cici to play in. At the end of our time, I took the rope off and asked Cici for a figure 8 around the cones, Just By Pointing!!!!! Yippee!!! Whoppee!!! She is my rock star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6281323619903663585?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6281323619903663585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6281323619903663585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6281323619903663585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6281323619903663585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/featherweigth-rope.html' title='Featherweight rope'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1969655367644391640</id><published>2011-01-17T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:31:02.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Cold</title><content type='html'>Today in the middle of the day it was 18 degrees. I had all these plans and when I get to the barn they go out the window! Lessons in the indoor. Big horses, teenage riders, ground poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? I know undemanding time! I have tights, fleece socks and winter fleece lined breeches along with insulated muck boots on the bottom, and three layers of fleece and my Mountain Horse coat on top. Gloves and a hat to finish off the outfit. Get out the three legged folding camp chair and set it up on one of the paths in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I am admiring Cici and Casey's butts as they eat their hay. Its a nice day, okay a bit cold but I'm prepared. I sit and enjoy their appetites. I look around at the other paddocks that I can see from my hill perch and notice lots of hay in those paddocks. I look back at the pitiful amount left by Cici and Casey and know that they have been in hoover vacuum mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a couple of  minutes Cici lifts her head and looks around at me. I wave. She slowly and carefully turns (care due to the snow) and walks over to me. All the way over me - head over my head - here is my view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTSzDMBPr6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yTo3dYi6880/s1600/Just-hanging-outX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTSzDMBPr6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yTo3dYi6880/s200/Just-hanging-outX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563268307056832418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reach up and scratch under her jaw. Her winter coat is thick and long and underneath here she is beginning to resemble a wooley mammoth. I scratch for a while and then take my hand away to rest. She lowers her head a bit. I reach up and scratch some more. Moving up and down along jaw bone. She stands very still and closes her eyes. I stop and she has her head in my lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm how interesting. Wonder if I can use this technique for bridling from my knees, or sitting in a chair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1969655367644391640?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1969655367644391640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1969655367644391640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1969655367644391640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1969655367644391640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-cold.html' title='Its Cold'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTSzDMBPr6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yTo3dYi6880/s72-c/Just-hanging-outX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4103292083494725149</id><published>2011-01-16T11:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:52:58.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trotting Sideways</title><content type='html'>I didn't know that was where I was going today. But what a way to finish! The last five days have been dealing with snow snow snow. Today was my first time playing with Cici in the indoor. I was all full of energy and bouncing and dancing to the music. Thought Cici would be too. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out today was one of those oh no not again duh!!! moments. One of those fleeting  awarenesses that we have been here before, at this very ah ha moment.  Again. My continuing ah ha duh moment concerns sending, really sending  Cici. Not nagging, or begging, or pleading. Not being careful not to  upset her. I need to go to an effective send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I got there!!!! And after that moment I asked her for sideways along the wall and she offered a &lt;span class="caps"&gt;TROTTING&lt;/span&gt; sideways. A first! Wow!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4103292083494725149?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4103292083494725149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4103292083494725149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4103292083494725149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4103292083494725149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/trotting-sideways.html' title='Trotting Sideways'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4825392027654342272</id><published>2011-01-15T15:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:58:30.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undemanding time'/><title type='text'>Undemanding time in the snow</title><content type='html'>With all the snow there is in the paddock I think I going to try and widen the paths, already trampled areas and around water trough. But a little bit each day. Hopefully. I happen to glance at the Friesians (3) paddock and it is trampled almost smooth. Maybe I'll ask M if I can borrow one to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Cici and Casey greet me at the gate. This is definitely habit forming. And we nuzzle a while. Then I go off on my rounds. Shovel out their eating area, work on the path to Cici's hanging out with Cheeta place and also enlarge that space. Then dig out the other gate and around the water trough. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTIKHU7LX-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uHxu_IAFp_s/s1600/Cici-in-Snow-1.2011X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTIKHU7LX-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uHxu_IAFp_s/s200/Cici-in-Snow-1.2011X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562519610748264418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get my folding camp chair that hangs in the shed and set it up for a bit of rest and undemanding time. Of course I set it down on a path. Get comfortable and think, "Hey great time and place for picture and video taking." And I have remembered to bring my camera. Cici is hanging out with Cheeta at the fence, enjoying (I hope) the larger area I have just shoveled out, and Casey is at the far end of the track watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get thinking that maybe Cici would like to hang out without her turnout. So I get up and take it off. Hang it on the gate and go back to stand with her. Casey removes it from the gate and is now trampling it. 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Cici walks over to me on my left and starts nuzzling me and looking for treats. Casey is watching and since he is sure I'm giving out treats comes up the path on my right. Who's undemanding time is this? I just want to sit and they sure are demanding LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep backing Casey up out of teeth range and Cici is now standing with her head hanging down, nose nuzzling my hair. This is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Casey creeps into nipping range and disturbs the tranquility. Cici goes back to checking me out for treats. And then she decides its time to put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your foot on it&lt;/span&gt; - only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it"&lt;/span&gt; is me and the chair! I gently discourage that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another round of just hanging out all together quietly, Cici turns and walks over to see if any hay has miraculously appeared. 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Okay maybe not a ton but close to 2 feet for sure. Too deep for young master Casey. He now only travels around the paddock in Cici's tracks. And she has made quite the circuit around the paddock. He fits right into the track and away he goes - like a mini slot car! Here he is standing by the gate where I've shoveled some of the snow away. And he is standing on the packed snow and not sinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dug out the back gate and a path up the hill to the indoor. I went down to the barn to check on things, chat with friends and pick up Cici halter. Figured I play with her in the indoor. Without her blanket, on ground that is not white and when she steps into it sinks up to her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking up the hill to go through the indoor I had this thought - did I close the back gate after I dug it out? Was Casey running around loose somewhere? I looked over at their paddock and saw Cici eating her hay, but could not make out a little munchkin. I glanced at the paddock that is behind hers, on the other side of the path and noticed the two horses there were running around. When I got to the indoor Cici started to call to me - He's loose and up to no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried through the ring and out the back. A large swatch had been plowed and my path led off of that. As I got outside there was the Casey trotting down the path. I hurried to block him and threw the lead over his head. He was the perfect slot car - he would not step off the shoveled path and he could not turn around. Stuck! Thankfully. I was able to put Cici halter on him and lead him back to the paddock. So much for his liberty adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c00140fb83afee1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c00140fb83afee1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054148%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AABA479EC293C17C6445669A73F3F282165BB4A.495D0B766809B414811972193158727E942A65DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c00140fb83afee1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOHewlOLIlTZI1baMoJu4TFrjpyI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c00140fb83afee1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054148%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AABA479EC293C17C6445669A73F3F282165BB4A.495D0B766809B414811972193158727E942A65DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c00140fb83afee1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOHewlOLIlTZI1baMoJu4TFrjpyI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4815719357547211741?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4815719357547211741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4815719357547211741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4815719357547211741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4815719357547211741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/slot-car-casey.html' title='Slot car Casey'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TTDquTRffUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-3w0IPcwF2A/s72-c/Casey-with-snow-faceX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-3625299433406099923</id><published>2011-01-11T14:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:17:11.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figure 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><title type='text'>Playing, just playing</title><content type='html'>Today I had time blocked out in my mind to play and ride Cici. I have a next lesson scheduled, okay its still several weeks away, but I want to be ready for the next THING Avery will throw at me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the barn, M told me she was going to be working Max. I had looked at the schedule board yesterday and saw a blank space that I decided to use. I made the mistake of not writing down my initial on the board. Though with M I don't know if that would have made a difference. But I've learned my lesson. I will write down my times. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici and I first played with her 12" looped around her neck. She was walking. Really walking forward with me at her side. Walked to the pedestal and got right up. I kissed her nose. Okay I kissed and kissed and kissed her nose that was just the right height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played sideways down the long side. We played with the ball, with Cici following it and kicking it forward and staying with it. I had to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked her over to the mounting block. And unlooped the 12' rope. Moved the mounting block against the wall and this is the second day I've asked her to swing herself sideways to the mounting block - preparing for mounting from fence. Took a bit of persistent tapping on zone 4 but she did indeed move over to me. Way to go little girl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played online with 22' - circling game. And figure 8 around cones at trot. This is big as since we have been playing with the pedestal Cici has been more interested in playing put your foot on everything - the cones have a big attraction. But today nice figure 8 at trot around the cones. Whohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M was long lining Max, a RBE, ex racehorse who hasn't been used in about a year. He was having issues. He was not pleased. M was using lots of voice commands and encouragements. I realized how quiet I am. And also realized that I didn't want to deal with this while I was riding and practicing stick to the rail and maintain gait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of getting upset, I focused on what a wonderful time I had just had with Cici. How soft and focused she was. What an amazing partnership we are developing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-3625299433406099923?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3625299433406099923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=3625299433406099923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3625299433406099923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3625299433406099923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-just-playing.html' title='Playing, just playing'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7732214495082311243</id><published>2011-01-09T12:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:43:53.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Trail Ride</title><content type='html'>Went out today for a trail ride. Checked out the footing yesterday with Casey and the old snow is a little crunchy and the new is light and fluffy. Turned out to be perfect footing. No snow balling in the horses' hooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tried out my new winter riding boots - Christmas present - Ariat barnyard jodphur boot. Insulated. Warm toes. When I first got into the saddle I felt like my knees were up under my chin. Wow, I got off and lengthened the stirrups/fenders one hole. Amazing what a difference one hole makes LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the crunching as we walk along, along with some wind noise. 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Tired of seeing her and G's behinds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7732214495082311243?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7732214495082311243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7732214495082311243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7732214495082311243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7732214495082311243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/snowy-trail-ride.html' title='Snowy Trail Ride'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-3761748175422509088</id><published>2011-01-07T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:36:15.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedestal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>In love with Pedestal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TSdxJffIbtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0tCvutkqnhs/s1600/cici-on-pedestalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TSdxJffIbtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0tCvutkqnhs/s200/cici-on-pedestalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559536672897003218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici just can't get enough of the pedestal. She goes to it, puts her foot on it, lifts herself up and puts her other front foot on it. And then relaxes. Looks so happy up there. I can't believe it. Okay I can because I took a photo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-3761748175422509088?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3761748175422509088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=3761748175422509088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3761748175422509088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3761748175422509088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-love-with-pedestal.html' title='In love with Pedestal'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TSdxJffIbtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0tCvutkqnhs/s72-c/cici-on-pedestalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2033538678120898797</id><published>2011-01-06T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:45:09.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two feet on pedestal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><title type='text'>Up on the Pedestal!</title><content type='html'>I hardly slept last night going over in my mind what Avery taught me yesterday. A happy, oh goodie, can I do this again? kind of review. A I don't want to forget the slightest piece. A lets play this again Sam thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally managed to get to the barn late in the afternoon Cici was at the gate waiting for me. Now I had promised Casey we would play today, I have been focusing so much on Cici, that I told him we would be right back. Just wanted to check one thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into the ring and there was a lesson beginning. With horses that I know spook. But I wasn't planning on doing anything lively with Cici. Took off her blanket and we both headed to the pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pawed at the top, I porcupined her with lead rope and she stepped up! Both feet. And stood with her nose in my hair as she is now soooo tall. I could upturn my face and kiss her nose. Just let her stand there. And of course impress everyone in the ring. "Did you teach her that?" Duh!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backed her off and we went for a walk - lead wrapped around her neck for stick to me. But I was careful due to the lesson and riders. Around the ring and back to the pedestal. A light feel on the lead and up she goes. Two feet on pedestal. Like she's been doing this forever. What was the big deal? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2033538678120898797?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2033538678120898797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2033538678120898797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2033538678120898797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2033538678120898797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/up-on-pedestal.html' title='Up on the Pedestal!'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-9094862706476470019</id><published>2011-01-05T17:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:07:24.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedestal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 1'/><title type='text'>Moving to the next level of relationship</title><content type='html'>Lesson with Avery today. Hmm where to start. I spent an hour on line before she came. Wanted to be ready. For everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out showing Avery the new pedestal. And interestingly I had never played with Cici at the pedestal when she was tacked up. For her things were different. She just stood in front of it. Quietly. No pawing. Nothing! Avery told me to play porcupine game with lead - steady pressure - pulling her toward me on the other side of the pedestal. Ah ha. A missing piece. I've been waiting to Cici to figure it out. I mean she figured out how to paw it. And now everything else in the ring. But she never figured out the stepping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge for me was porcupine her nose and manage with driving game her sides. Whenever she drifted one way or the other I needed to keep her straight. Comfort, safe place was standing straight to the pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next challenge was to release on her slightest try, slightest shift of weight forward. The pedestal is small. I thought it would be easier for her. But after a while, Avery laughing said let me show you. And she got Cici thinking quickly about the comfort spot. But when she lifted her foot, it was too easy for her to just walk over the pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged out M. humugeous one from the corner and Avery played with Cici on that one. She again played porcupine game as a support on Cici's leg - savvy string around foot and steady pressure to help her lift her foot up on the T A L L pedestal. All the while maintaining steady pressure on the lead. Before too long Cici stepped up!!!! First with one foot and then both front feet! Yippee! Hope I can continue this with her. Avery suggested that once she is offering on the large one to bring out the small pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next played circling game. Saw that the pedestal work had taken Cici way outside her comfort zone and she was worried. Her trot was fast and her canter turned into a gallop. Avery voiced that I needed to be more particular with her gaits. When I ask for trot I need to correct Cici when she goes to canter. Hmmm yup I've been careless with this. Maybe inattentive is a better word. No I've just not been particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a nice trot on both directions. Then Avery had me play friendly game swinging the carrot stick savvy string back and forth over my head while Cici was out on the circle. She was not a happy camper. Ask her to come in to me pulling on the rope zone 1 while backing away toward her zone 5. At first felt like rubbing my stomach while patting my head. The purpose is to have Cici come in to me - quickly. Safety with me. Avery said that when she spooked on the circle I should be able to slap the string on the ground and she would run into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and whenever there was any slack in the line to shorten my hold and keep slapping the string and keep backing away and keep moving toward her hindend. Wow. Cici sure can run. Around and around and around. And around and around. Don't think I could have done this without Avery coaching me from the sidelines. When Cici finally came in she was blowing! Hard! And I noticed that yes some of it was physical and most definitely some was emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the next level of our relationship. Well this is what I want to do. Been feeling so stagnant. What next? Well I found out today! And I made arrangements to continue with monthly lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even rode. Cici was exhausted and played stick to the rail perfectly LOL. Trotted a bit. And this time Avery suggested I back her when she stops trotting after a few strides. And then immediately go back to the trot. Hmmm. Sure has both Cici and my minds spinning. So much to think about. So much to play with. Can't wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-9094862706476470019?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/9094862706476470019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=9094862706476470019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/9094862706476470019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/9094862706476470019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-to-next-level-of-relationship.html' title='Moving to the next level of relationship'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6256568646699812840</id><published>2011-01-04T17:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:20:37.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestyle'/><title type='text'>Upcoming lesson</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling lost. I've been struggling. And I decided I needed to contact Avery and have her come. And I need to have a schedule with her to keep me on track.  Of course I don't want to totally embarrass myself so I've been putting extra effort into my play sessions. Thinking about how to be more provocative. How to be more particular but not nit pick. How how how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that Cici uses sideways when she doesn't understand what I'm asking. I've noticed that she is offering to put her foot on things - like the cones when I'm asking her for figure 8s. How to encourage her and still have her listen to my requests is a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was asking for her to back with me in zone 3. She offered sideways instead. I used phase 3 on the rope to stop her. And then she floated back with me. Being more particular here made what I was asking for more apparent. Is this what Pat means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode freestyle today in the indoor. This is the third day in a row and we are both feeling more comfortable. I was lighter in my touch on the reins. Cici was lighter in her response. There is hope after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6256568646699812840?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6256568646699812840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6256568646699812840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6256568646699812840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6256568646699812840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2011/01/upcoming-lesson.html' title='Upcoming lesson'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-3776845638068423624</id><published>2010-12-29T13:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:53:21.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestyle'/><title type='text'>New womanhandleable pedestal</title><content type='html'>I had ordered a shorter smaller one that looked like I would be able to womanhandle. It finally came yesterday via the postman's truck. A round pizza tray thing that had the other postal workers wagering what the hell it was. I rolled it down the driveway and into the house. Sat on the floor in the kitchen with tool bag and scissors. Cut off the plastic covering and saw circular wood pieces wired together. Was the wire for packing or was it an intragel part of the pedestal? Decided for packing so got out the wire cutters and snipped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have four pieces of wood and 12 bolts and an allen wrench. No instructions. Can't be that difficult. Lets see top - check, bottom ring - check, two pieces that must be the base - check. As I turn the top over and around I notice a yellow dot. Ah ha!!!! Line that up with matching yellow dot on one of base pieces and away we go. Fully assembled! And I can indeed womanhandle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see Cici's thoughts of this new pedestal. So in the morning I load it into the trunk of my car and off to the barn. Even though its vacation week when I get there this morning it is  quiet and peaceful. I load the pedestal and stuff into a wheelbarrel and roll it up to the indoor. I putter around, set up the ring with NEW  pedestal, barrels, cones. And  invite Cici to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course first I have to remove the snow balls from her hooves. This is turning out to be a perfect reason for asking her to lift her feet. I've struggled with it and have had lots of excuses why not to bother. But now I have a reason to! And she is soft and understanding and willing. Amazing the effect attitude, my attitude, makes. Hmm how interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "Look at what is in the middle of the ring!" and she walks to it. Looks at it, looks at me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt; "Its a lower pedestal, that you can easily step up onto!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So? &lt;/span&gt;Hmm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; of course I had been envisioning her seeing the new pedestal and putting all the pieces together and walking right up to it and stepping on it. She quickly paws at the top of the pedestal. She also steps right up to it and stands on the lower ring base. Since the footing is soft the pedestal shifts, rocks up. Guess if it was on hard ground this would not happen. But....She doesn't seem concerned and paws some more. I hold her leg still on the top and stroke it. She paws some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she is not as fixated on this pedestal as she is on the big huge high step one in the corner. When play with circling she spies it and tries to make a beeline for it. Sigh. New exciting toy is new exciting toy for ME apparently. Not her. Well maybe not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my time playing the games. We are working on 360 turns. Get 180s and building on those. More sideways. More backing with me being more particular. More particular at circling. Still thinking provocative. Or trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to move onto freestyle. I saddle her up and two kids show up in the ring. Lesson kids. Oh No! Not again. Its been so quiet and I'm enjoying not feeling any pressure and doing what I do. So I tell them that the lesson is not on the board and I want the ring - alone - for another half hour. They say they won't be mounting for at least that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they get their horses they leave the one who hates to be left. He is left in a stall along the indoor's wall and now he is screaming, spinning and rearing. What happened to my quiet morning. Trainer finally shows up and puts him outside where he can run and rear and scream. She also tells the kids they are going to start their lesson in the outside ring. Thank the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mount. Finally. I think its been 2 weeks since the last time in the saddle. And I just sit there, waiting for Cici to chew. And I sit there waiting for Cici to chew. And I sit there waiting for Cici to chew.She finally does. So we walk a couple of steps and she stops. Thanks can we walk on? Couple of steps and stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now another rider is trotting around and cantering around on the track. So we are in the middle of the ring. Backing. Walk a couple of steps and stop. Sigh. Neither one of us is focused. I am just happy to feel comfortable on her. Then I notice snow sliding off the roof. Just little pieces. Just to be safe I dismount since the other day when I was playing on the ground and the snow slide off the roof Cici leapt in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I land and then the entire roof full of snow showers down. And boom boom boom. Cici startles and runs forward but I'm holding onto the reins. Her nose is long and she is worried. I walk her around the ring for a bit. Show her the wall where the snow fell - high windows. And she lowers her head and licks and chews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remount and she is fine. I am fine. We walk in a large circle while other rider is still cantering around on the track. I notice more snow sliding past the windows and dismount again. Another large chunk of snow falls and this time Cici doesn't appear to be as concerned. I play a little stick to me and walk and trot the ring with Cici and know that more snow is coming down. So I call it a day for riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get her back in her paddock yet another chunk of snow dislodges and crashes to the ground. She just stands in her paddock and watches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-3776845638068423624?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3776845638068423624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=3776845638068423624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3776845638068423624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3776845638068423624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-womanhandleable-pedestal.html' title='New womanhandleable pedestal'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-955158929453378085</id><published>2010-12-28T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:18:52.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow snow and more snow</title><content type='html'>Had a blizzard Sunday night into Monday. Got 12 to 18" dumped with howling winds. I didn't make it to the barn on Monday, so today was the see how the girl and boy are doing day. Everything was plowed and cleared. Well except for out the back door of the indoor - the way to Cici and Casey's paddock. Drifts of snow are high so I get out my snow shovel and dig a path one shovel wide. Look back at it and realize this is not a place to be leading Cici with only an 8' line. So go and get a brand new 12' to have room if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is absolutely fine with all the deep snow. She greets me at the gate with a nicker. Oh how I love that sound. And after I dig out the gate she walks into the deep deep snow that is just about up to her belly! and waits for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She follows me quietly through the narrow path of snow, down into the indoor. She waits patiently while I take off her blankets, clean out the snow balls in her hoofs and then we play. Sideways, backing, circling. Rolling the ball. Paw pedestal. She trots both directions and I set up two small barrels. She trots the circle, see the barrels and canters, jumps the barrels and continues at a canter. Change of direction and she does the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was wonderful as she has been so focused on put your foot on things that recently when I set up the barrels she paws them, noses them, nibbles on the covers. But no jumping them. Today it was different. Whoppee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy at her attention. Seems a couple of days away does pay off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-955158929453378085?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/955158929453378085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=955158929453378085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/955158929453378085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/955158929453378085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow snow and more snow'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8685746935524186298</id><published>2010-12-23T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:42:04.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestyle'/><title type='text'>Freestyle? ever?</title><content type='html'>I'll admit I've been struggling with my emotional fitness while riding in the ring freestyle. Oh I'm fine out on the trails, ride with a casual rein, and keep my hips flowing. Most of the time. But spending time "just" riding in the ring has me worrying, doubting myself, trusting Cici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter has definitely arrived, with a few inches of wet snow now on the ground. This is the stuff that compacts in the horse's hooves and creates snowballs or high heels. Not a good thing while riding on uneven ground, up and down hills. So its time for face the indoor demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was all set to play with stick to the rail, question box, circles, figure eights. Watched a piece with Linda working with a LBE and cones along the track. Thought of doing point to point with Cici at the trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the barn and there were two people cleaning the stalls along the walls of the indoor. Not just cleaning, but stripping them. So lots of trips with full muck buckets from the stalls to outside the ring to dump them. Okay we can deal with this, playing on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cici is listening and partnering with me I tack her up. Now one of them asks if she can drive her truck into the ring to unload the bedding. Asks if I am going out on the trails. I said no, going to do ring work. And sure drive in, thinking she will unload and then drive out. But oh no. Unloads, sweeps the truck bed out, starts to spread bedding and do other things with the truck still parked in the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they start to bring in their horses to check out winter blankets. And their horses do not trust the blankets so there is lots of spinning and snorting now going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had so much time to play and ride. Time is running out. My patience is gone. Not a good place to be even considering getting on my horse. So I untack her and leave. I'm whining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today with all the snow and gusty winds sheets of snow are falling off the indoor roof. Cici is fine about the wind. But the unexpected sliding snow is too much for her. She will be trotting nicely online and then boom goes the snow and she spooks. The snow falls at very irregular times, spaced apart quite a time. So never know when they are going to happen. Have three different events and Cici reacts to each of them in a manner that is fine online, but not under saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide that today is not the day to get on and ride. And of course today there is no one else around and I have the ring to myself. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out if I am psyching myself out and making excuses or if I am adhering to safety first. As they say in Brooklyn, "it is what it is." But this is not a satisfying thought right now. I am feeling that I am not progressing. Worry if I'm being provocative enough for Cici. Wondering where I am on my journey. Feeling alone and adrift. Whine whine whine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8685746935524186298?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8685746935524186298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8685746935524186298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8685746935524186298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8685746935524186298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/freestyle-ever.html' title='Freestyle? ever?'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1209999762166335300</id><published>2010-12-12T14:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:26:36.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Normals</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd use that description but is sure is apt. And much nicer than other words that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici and Casey are at a "normal" barn. Most people there kind of look at me as a bit weird but harmless. Well maybe they think I'm an annoyance as I play with Cici and Casey as they are riding in the ring. But I keep telling them I can keep my horses off the track. Which is the only place they ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pedestal is in the ring. Not quite on the center line at one end. I come in on day 5 to find the pedestal has been moved back to the corner. I ask one of the boarders who also teaches some kids if she moved it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, there were 5 kids in the ring and there was no room to circle. And S, of the other "trainers", was concerned that her horses were spooking at the pedestal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means remove the offending object. Don't train your horses. How can I tell them its Not about the PEDESTAL? I know breathe in breathe out. Calm down, lighten up. Stop grinding my teeth at the absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a nice kid who has been watching me play with Cici and been copying some things - brought in all sorts of play items for ground play - is riding and cantering around the ring. The horse is not happy, wringing her tail and bucking. The kid's Mom asks if this is the horse's easier way and kid says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S (trainer) told her to start out with the harder side first.&lt;/span&gt; This I could not let go as I was talking with Mom. Told her this was nuts. And I could not keep quiet. Why start out harder? Why not set things up for success and build on that success?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioned that yesterday when Cici was leaping in the air one person was very surprise. Seems they think Cici is quiet, calm and perfect all the time. She is a horse! And a mare! She can change her mind. We play on the ground so that we can have safe rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of rant. I promise. Or will try to promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1209999762166335300?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1209999762166335300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1209999762166335300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1209999762166335300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1209999762166335300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/normals.html' title='Normals'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7211802571026335586</id><published>2010-12-12T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:49:54.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>My lessons</title><content type='html'>Today while playing with Cici I came to a couple of realizations. Those ah ha moments that really are so obvious but of course we miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici at Liberty at the Pedestal showed me that I don't need to be right there with her. A while later when I had her on the 22' line I worked hard on ME staying out of the way by being at the other end of the 22 and letting her figure and play with things ON HER OWN. She would paw the pedestal and then look at me. Paw it and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other lesson is to play the circling game and ask her for trot and canter every time we play. Not just play with her mind, and putting feet on things. She needs to move and listen to me. Oh Boy! An action plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7211802571026335586?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7211802571026335586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7211802571026335586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7211802571026335586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7211802571026335586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-lessons.html' title='My lessons'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-133704678494161148</id><published>2010-12-11T19:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:19:24.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Exuberance with Cici</title><content type='html'>Played online today. Plan was to do online check at walk trot canter for trail ride. Knew I've been doing lots of quiet things with Cici this past week or so. Mind active but feet never moving faster than a walk. Thought she might have some pent up energy to express so I plan on playing 1-1/2 hours before meeting up with V for the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still fascination with pedestal. Played sideways down the long side, played squeeze, played a bit of stick to me. Cici looks at the world, okay the ring, differently. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I put my feet on???&lt;/span&gt; At one end of the ring I had one cone and the square wooden cube mounting block. She footed the cone and stepped on the base. Then she went to the mounting block and I had to hurry her away because if she does put a foot on it I don't think it can withstand it LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circling - backing okay, send sort of okay. Hmmm be provocative and particular. So she will go out, but then she drags her feet as she walks. I ask for her to go sideways on the circle, and it just so happens that I ask at the place in the circle that is closest to the pedestal. She floats sideways to the pedestal. And paws the top and looks at me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to circling. I insisted. She resisted. I upped my Phase to maybe a 2 cause yes I was waiting for the explosion. And she did not disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leapt in the air - all four feet off the ground, she was jet propelled, she flew. And then she wanted to come in. Since I was reading her as LBE I asked for her to stay on the circle and move her feet some more. And she responded with little licks, the baby kind - can I please come in? kind. I've not seen this before from her. I've seen the licking and chewing. Big, little, but done and over. Here I was seeing just a little tip of tongue, again and again and again and again as she stayed out on the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boarder was in the ring with her dog. Who now added to the excitement. I let Cici circle one more time and asked her in. Now the dog really got involved and is at Cici's heels and Cici does not like this. Off she goes again, maybe a better way to describe this is up she goes and when she comes in to me her head HIGH, and she is snorting and blowing. RBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask for sideways, I ask for backing, I ask for figure 8. And she comes down off the adrenalin. This stuff is so amazing. When I get the pieces together that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to circling game. She can walk trot canter calmly now. I admit that I was wondering if I would be going out on the trails today when she went big E. But watching her I am delighted to realize she let off steam went way outside her comfort zone and came back to me! Calm sane and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a delightful quiet swinging trail ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the boarder, after apologizing, said she was so surprised. Never imagined Cici could or would leap in the air like that and gallop around. I said that is why I play on the ground with her before I get on. Duh! She is good because we work at it. And I never make assumptions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-133704678494161148?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/133704678494161148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=133704678494161148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/133704678494161148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/133704678494161148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/exuberance-with-cici.html' title='Exuberance with Cici'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-9148780971979191500</id><published>2010-12-10T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:48:34.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phase 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Effective Phase 4</title><content type='html'>Casey, ah Casey. He has been quite the challenge recently. I've been playing with him but he won't play. I realize all he does is run in circles around me. Would not call it the circling game as it is all his idea. When he is tired he turns in and lick and chews and looks at me and then when he catches his breath off he goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had that light bulb moment a while ago and if he comes in uninvited I send him back out. But his pinning of ears and nipping is not diminishing. Its escalating if anything. And asking him to back is quite honesty absolutely exhausting. Me. Exhausting to me. Something wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 12' lead on his halter and when we go to the ring I change it to a 22'. But during the switching leads he is biting nipping biting at my hands. So we battle it out. And it escalates. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I set out to set things up for success. Switched leads before I haltered him! Duh!??!?! Another of those oh boy moments. And when I haltered him, which he stands quietly for, it was like he knew he would not be able to play the biting game. So he immediately went to bite me. I wiggled the rope to back him up. His head just went up in the air. I did full arm what I was thinking was phase 4 rope wiggling. Just stood there with nose up. My emotional fitness was out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step back. Organized myself. Organized my rope and did a flick the rope so the snap waps his nose. Hit him square on the side of his nose/mouth. Did I ever get his attention! Of course for a moment I was concerned that I had hurt him and wondering at vet and dentist bills. He licked and licked and licked and stayed the 4 paces back he had walked when it wapped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked quietly out of the paddock and into the ring. He was full of energy and was racing around on the 22'. When I asked him to come in he did quickly as usual. And when I asked him to not get so close and back up....Phase 1 didn't have any effect, but Phase 2 - a salute, yes ma’am and how far back to you want??? and he fast backed 4 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow!!!! Who would have thought?????  Never such respect!!!!!  Can't wait to see him today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-9148780971979191500?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/9148780971979191500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=9148780971979191500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/9148780971979191500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/9148780971979191500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/effective-phase-4.html' title='Effective Phase 4'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1588737665127932134</id><published>2010-12-09T18:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:17:41.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linda parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty'/><title type='text'>Liberty</title><content type='html'>Been playing more with liberty with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cici&lt;/span&gt;. Since the doors to the indoor don't close I leave her halter on and loop the 12' around her neck. Gives me a safety. Sort of. Well it allows me to think I have a safety &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Setting things up for success. And she has not walked out the door. Hopefully don't need to amend that with a yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cici&lt;/span&gt; really likes this. She is much more engaged with me and her environment. I'm trying to see how things are different. How I am acting, where I am standing, distances, what I do. What I really notice is how softly and quietly I ask. The "How little will it take." And I allow her time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today of course off to the pedestal. Someone apparently decided it should not be in the ring and dragged it over to side. Why they did this is beyond me. So it is now stuck in the corner with the poles and jump standards and all sorts of debris. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cici&lt;/span&gt; can access it by two sides only. One is            parallel &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Sectio&lt;/style&gt; to the wall and the other is facing the wall. It is way too heavy for me to move. And Cici seems still interested in it and paws the top with her foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we leave the pedestal Cici notices the new Golden Ball I got her. One of the big yoga balls. She walks straight to it and first paws at it, then noses it and pushes it down the long side - following and pushing. I just following along. This is sooooo cool. She stops at a broom that is leaning against the wall. Noses it, tastes the handle, knocks it down and then plays with it with her nose. Back to the ball. All of this she is doing. I am just standing watching with my jaw hanging open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pushes the ball into a chair at the end of the ring. Now she moves over to check the chair out. Finds a left over dressage whip on the chair and picks it up, puts it down, picks it up, looks over at me and then drops it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ask her to come to me from about 10 feet away. She thinks. and thinks. I move to the side to disengage her hindend and she walks to me. We walk around a bit and she is walking with me. Not that slow hesitant walk but her forward walk! Sideways along the wall. She will go about 12 -14' from me before she stops. Progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the cones for figure 8 but she decides it put your foot on the cone time. I love that she is offering so much. I take what she offers for now. Decided to end the session and head to the end of the ring where her blanket is, its going to be in the single digits tonight, and she offers sideways TO the pedestal. One more pawing at the top. What a rock star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1588737665127932134?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1588737665127932134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1588737665127932134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1588737665127932134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1588737665127932134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/liberty.html' title='Liberty'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2142891642843010922</id><published>2010-12-08T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:35:52.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Lick and Chewing - mine</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about Cici's fascination with the pedestal. Its a puzzle she just wants to solve. And I wonder at the difference in her attitude. She is more engaged. More there. Dare I say more present at the pedestal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to tease the pieces out of this puzzle for myself (forgive the mixed metaphor). When we usually try something new she goes RBI. Ah a RBI learner. She gets hesitant, her nostrils crunch up, she moves slowly. She thinks so hard her head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the pedestal she is definitely LB. The pedestal is like a door opening. for her? to her? She WANTS to go to it. She WANTS to explore it. With her nose, her lips, her teeth and even her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is carrying this exploration over to other objects. She bites the ground poles. She paws the mounting block when I play touch it. She noses, lips, teeth and feets the cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right in making the leap to she is exploring her environment. That she is moving slowly to confidence toward exuberance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2142891642843010922?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2142891642843010922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2142891642843010922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2142891642843010922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2142891642843010922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/lick-and-chewing-mine.html' title='Lick and Chewing - mine'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2291396240575507040</id><published>2010-12-07T14:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:36:04.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Pedestal at Liberty</title><content type='html'>Today is day 5 with Cici and the pedestal. We played at liberty and as soon as she walked into the arena she walked to the pedestal. Nosed it. Dusted the top completely, and then started pawing at the top. She has to lift her foot way up, you can see how tall the pedestal is in relation to her knee. She'd get her foot on it and I tried to rub her leg to still it. No luck yet. I give her a treat after she stands still again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TP6igGV3D-I/AAAAAAAAADY/Gr7757ElX4U/s1600/Cici-first-step-copyXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TP6igGV3D-I/AAAAAAAAADY/Gr7757ElX4U/s200/Cici-first-step-copyXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548050463308845026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she views the pedestal as a treat dispenser now. I could not get her to leave it. When I suggested she move she would paw it again. Notice she is either leg, doesn't seem to have a favorite. So I let her dwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood with her head over the top and licked and chewed. I just gave her more dwell time. She cocked a hind leg. Head still hanging over pedestal. Licked and chewed. And when I finally suggest we go something else she pawed the top one more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TP6iuHs7WwI/AAAAAAAAADg/2Yq81gB8LO8/s1600/Cici-relaxing-at-pedestal-copyXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TP6iuHs7WwI/AAAAAAAAADg/2Yq81gB8LO8/s200/Cici-relaxing-at-pedestal-copyXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548050704192199426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played stick to me and wandered over to the two cones for figure 8s. Now she is very interested in putting her feet on things and the cones fell into that category. Figure 8 at liberty turned into nose the cone, lip the cone, tooth the cone, paw the cone and finally she knocked it over and then righted the cone. Looked very pleased with herself. I just love her involvement. Oh she did step on the base of the cone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her with a finger point to the other cone. And this time I got a very nice walking figure 8. Whew. I thought I was going to have cone fixation from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, well the pedestal was on the way out. She zoned into it and walked directly to it once again. Nosed the top and then pawed it again. I keep wondering if it is too tall. Will give her more time to build her confidence about what I am asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2291396240575507040?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2291396240575507040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2291396240575507040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2291396240575507040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2291396240575507040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedestal-at-liberty.html' title='Pedestal at Liberty'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TP6igGV3D-I/AAAAAAAAADY/Gr7757ElX4U/s72-c/Cici-first-step-copyXX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1575886057742505501</id><published>2010-12-05T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:35:02.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedestal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linda parelli'/><title type='text'>Pedestal day 3</title><content type='html'>Today Cici quickly had her front foot up on the pedestal pawing it. Momentary panic for me when as she drew her foot back the tip of her toe would seem to get caught - she'd have to raise her leg a bit more to get it clear. But since she knows that she will get a treat for putting her foot up there - well LBI will work for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems very interested in doing this. When I ask her to back so we can go on to something else she will offer another try. Very engaged. This is awesome. Amazing how quickly she figured it out and what is most interesting to me is that here she is not hesitant, no nostril flare now, she is definitely in control. And she has offered both legs, one at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play at the pedestal and then I do ask her to go do something else. Sideways, squeeze, back to the pole and put one foot over. When we leave the pedestal she gets quiet and hesitant again. I hope to build on the confidence and interest and what Linda referred to in her recent blog on being provocative as "yes Ma'am!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1575886057742505501?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1575886057742505501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1575886057742505501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1575886057742505501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1575886057742505501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedestal-day-3.html' title='Pedestal day 3'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8846581340455077463</id><published>2010-12-04T14:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:38:01.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedestal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Pedestal</title><content type='html'>I've been watching some Level 2 and 3 online assessments, as well as watching Level 3 online with Pat and its slowing getting through to me that I am further along, online that is, than I thought. I am playing Level 3 online. That awareness is kind of mind bending. Or to put it more succinctly, Oh Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working diligently at being more provocative with Cici and thought hmmm a pedestal would be great. M has this huge one she used with her Standardbred when she was trick training him. Its tucked in the corner of the arena. It weighs a ton and the step up is maybe 18 or 20". Its taller than Cici's knee, that is for sure. But I know we have walked over logs on the trail that are as high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been noticing that Cici has been offering to step on things. Like a cone and mounting block when we play touch it. The other day she had her front foot almost on the mounting block! And that is when the light bulb went off, pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M offered to move her pedestal into the ring. She "rolled" it ass over tea kettle. I had Cici online as M was moving it and she was fascinated with it. Had to move her out of the way so the pedestal would not land on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to do anything to get Cici to the pedestal. Talk about curiosity! Cici had her nose all over the top. First the nose, then the neck, maybe the feet. She sure had her nose and neck reaching along the top. And she was standing with her toes right against the angled base. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to walk forward and she kicked the base a couple of times. So we walked away and did other things in the ring before going back. I played with leading her leg with a rope and then asked her to lift her foot to the top of the pedestal. Remember its 18-20" tall and she is a 14 hand girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rested her tip toe on the pedestal. Treat. Treat. Rubbed her leg. Told her she was soooo smart. Quietly removed her foot and we went and did other things. Figured that was enough for day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Casey and dare I admit this? I stood on the pedestal while he ran around. It was a defensive position as he was trying to "get" me. Worked fantastically! Then I asked him to come to the pedestal and since he was still "trying to get me" I stood at the back corner and he leaned way over the top. First the nose, then the neck, maybe the feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was not long before young master Casey (mini extraordinaire) was striking the top of the pedestal with his feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2. The chiropractor was at the barn this morning and adjusted Cici. Okay he adjusted me as well. I had noticed yesterday when I asked Cici to trot on the circle she would do this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my neck is stiff&lt;/span&gt; head toss in both directions. Since I knew the chiropractor was coming I just added her to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she felt soooo good that when I asked for a trot I got a great rounding of her body as she launched off in a gallop. On the circle. Airs above ground. Both directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will do this for two maybe three circles before she comes trotting in to me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Save me!&lt;/span&gt; She comes in and licks and chews fast and hard. I sent her out and she just could not hold a trot. More galloping, slowing to a nice canter around and around and then back to me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Save me.&lt;/span&gt; I could see she was winding herself up and even though when she came in she would lick and chew I needed to engage her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sideways along the wall was great. I could stand still and send her to the end of the 22. Lots of licking and chewing. Half circles, change of direction, more licking and chewing. She was just delighted to be focusing on something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedestal? First touch it with a treat when she did. She then nosed all over the top checking the dirt to see if there were other treats. She checked the edges, taking the wood in her teeth - I've noticed this biting things recently. She's done that with the round ground poles. I asked her to put her foot on the top. She moved her leg forward and hit the side of the pedestal. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked away and played stick to me for a bit then back to the pedestal. I again led her with the rope on her leg. After what felt like very little time she lifted her leg and pawed at the top. Striking it a couple of times and then leg back down to the ground. I didn't have the rope on her leg. This was her idea! Treat. Rubbed her leg and quietly told her I she was a super star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked away again and came back. She now put her foot right on top of the pedestal! And left it there. Resting on the toe. Stood quietly. Treat treat. Rubbed leg. Wow girl friend you are awesome. End on a great note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8846581340455077463?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8846581340455077463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8846581340455077463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8846581340455077463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8846581340455077463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedestal.html' title='Pedestal'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1314254793488137674</id><published>2010-11-28T20:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:36:19.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail riding'/><title type='text'>Stumpy and the deer</title><content type='html'>There is an old tree stump around the corner on the trail out. When V noticed it for the first time she thought it was a wild pig! And that he was going to charge! We've since named him Stumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as we were heading to the Precipice Trail, I saw deep in the woods another larger stump. I hadn't noticed it before but now that the leaves are gone everything looks so very different. Constantly seeing things that are now exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici was walking along quietly and I kept looking at this large roundish form. Just as I was about to mention it to V and ask her what we should name it, I glanced to the side and realized there were two large deer standing silhouetted among the bare trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a stump! It was a full grown deer lying down deep in the woods! We continued walking down the trail and the deer continued resting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1314254793488137674?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1314254793488137674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1314254793488137674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1314254793488137674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1314254793488137674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/stumpy-and-deer.html' title='Stumpy and the deer'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4423968336545441296</id><published>2010-11-24T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:36:29.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Stick to me</title><content type='html'>I'm trying, really trying to break my old same old same old patterns when playing with Cici. Today's plan was to play stick to me, with a bit of liberty mixed in. I kept her halter on and looped the 12" around her neck and off we went to explore the indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started off with a bit of flared nostril which means she is not sure and thinking hard. I'd say this is her RBI mode. So I took it slow. We walked along with me in zones 1 &amp;amp; 2. She is comfortable keeping me there. Backing I'd wind up in Zone 3 and had to use the carrot stick gently up and down for her to stick to my backwards steps. If I didn't think to use the carrot stick I could walk backwards all the way to zone 5 and then gently lift her tail to ask for backing. Sometimes it was successful and sometimes not. Not yet consistent. Oh boy, something else to work on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting is that I find when she is not sure what I am asking she will now offer sideways! The first time I lifted the carrot stick up she floated off sideways. I exhaled to stop her and then positioned myself carefully and tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask for sideways along the wall and she was amazing. I started to walk sideways with her and that was all I was doing as she continued along the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two cones set up for figure 8 we walked to the cones and then I stood still and pointed which way she needed to go and off she went! Draw at the end. Whoohoo!! This was the first figure 8 at liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had been playing for a while I then asked her to slow down and speed up - matching my steps and when she was in sync we trotted off together. And she stayed with me trotting for an entire loop around the indoor. Another first! She felt very happy and relaxed, with lots of licking and chewing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, oh so slowly I feel I am getting to her mind through her feet. What a wonderful concept. As I get more interesting she is getting more interested...in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4423968336545441296?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4423968336545441296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4423968336545441296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4423968336545441296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4423968336545441296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/stick-to-me.html' title='Stick to me'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1748363994296619178</id><published>2010-11-21T14:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:16:12.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LBI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horseanality'/><title type='text'>Being more provocative</title><content type='html'>Went with a plan today to engage Cici's mind. Sunday morning is quiet - so quiet absolutely no one was at the barn. Set up the arena with cones for weave, barrels, low jump, mounting block and wheel barrel (hey gotta use what's on hand). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit last night I watched Rick Lamb's interview with Linda on horseanality, looked at the tasks on the self assessments for Levels 2 and 3, and reread Cici horseanality report. I'm determined to be the best partner I can be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her big red dot is in LBI but right at the x with extrovert and right brain. Meaning she can bounce all over the place at the slightest whim, but is generally LBI. The report was done almost 6 months ago and while reading through it I am thinking she has progressed and maybe I'll consider another report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to The Plan. I haltered her carefully, noting that she dropped her head and turned her nose toward me. Walked quietly to the gate, with Casey nudging along with us. I asked her to walk out the gate and followed, letting her drop her head and eat the grass while I dealt with the electric wire and the gate's latch. Gave her time to nibble. Then trying for no resistance, twirled the rope at her hind quarters and she lifted her head and we walked to the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with touch it. Have not played this for quite some time. She walked to the first cone and stopped. Then she walked one more step forward and I asked her for two steps back. She looked at me asking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt; I asked her touch the cone with her cute nose. She dropped her head and touched the cone. Then sent her to the low jump's end. She touched that. Off to the mounting block. Touched that and I gave her a treat. So she touched it again and looked at me. When no treat was forth coming she rubbed her nose on the mounting block - g&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;otta be a treat in here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was engaged in the game. And willing to touch things. Still walking quietly and a bit hesitantly toward each of the objects. Since she was about 8 feet away from me I asked her to walk on a circle. But I didn't want to tax her so I asked for one step on the circle and stop. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Huh?!?!?&lt;/span&gt; Let her rest and think about this. Waited. Waited. The radio was playing and I wanted to dance about, but I tried to quiet my energy to match hers. Got a lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked her to walk 2 steps and stop. She wanted to go for 3 but I stopped her at 2. Waited. Waited. Waited. I turned a bit away from her and got a lick and chew chew chew. So I suggested 3 steps would be a good idea and she gave me 4 before I could ask her to stop. And immediate lick and chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she can't stand it any long so she walks off on the circle for 4 more steps and with lively energy walks in to me to stop in front of me and chew. I suggest she back and she goes out softly. Wow this is incredible stuff. Thanks Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mix things up and ask for a couple of steps on the circle than I ask her to go sideways. I don't have to move my feet. She is paying careful attention to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I've been wanting to work on sideways to mounting block. Wasn't that in the last Savvy Club magazine? Position the square cube mounting block along the wall and position her facing me, perpendicular to the wall. I reach the carrot stick over her and ask her to move her hindquarters over. We are both a bit not sure what we are doing and she gives me sideways down the wall. I'm standing on the mounting block and she is just floating away along the wall for 10 to 15 feet! Licks and chews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this! So I ask her to come back to me and she now goes sideways down the wall in the other direction! I let her rest for a while down there. More chewing and then I gently ask her to sideways towards me. She crosses her front feet and then her back feet. An absolute first ever. I stop and let her think about this. And then yo-yo her to me by just stroking the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am focusing on doing the littlest I can. Will the least amount of foot movement (my feet that is). We are both quiet. And she is so connected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just experimenting with things now. Can I lead her by her forelock? Gentle pressure and support with halter and lead and in a few tries she is willingly coming with me. Back from tail? Yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the 12' lead on and loop it around her neck and play stick to me. Weave the cones, jump the jump, circle around the barrels. We are running - I'm running and she is trotting with me and licking away furiously and clearly having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was reading Linda saying that grabbing for grass can be an expression of dominance, and when you are in partnership with your horse they will not do this. When we finally walk back out to the paddock Cici walks next to me without ONCE trying to grab for grass. I think I'm gonna cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1748363994296619178?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1748363994296619178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1748363994296619178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1748363994296619178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1748363994296619178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/being-more-provocative.html' title='Being more provocative'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1883319736952293445</id><published>2010-11-20T14:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:36:46.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>A different trail ride.</title><content type='html'>While yesterday Cici was flighty online she was great on the trails. Today the online pre ride check went quietly. She was responsive and listening. But on the trails...well this was the first time she's spooked with me in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with M and her Friesian bulldozer and her dog. Cici and this dog have an ongoing conversation. We've all been out together and everything went fine. Today the dog went running off and when M called him it took a while for him to come back. And when he did he crashed through the leaves behind us. Cici spooked but quickly stopped with one rein. But after that she didn't want the dog behind her. And the dog was leary of passing her! So we would stop and "pull over" for the dog to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was one thing going on. Everything settled down as we continued along. Cici was swinging her hips as we walked and I had a casual rein. We walked through the leaves crunching under foot (or hoof). Then we turned up the trail where we planned on bushwhacking. M started off the trail but quickly stopped as the going didn't look so good. Cici walked off the trail and I asked her to wait. She did for a bit then decided this was taking too long and she started across a pile of branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened next except we were now canter up the slope on a very narrow trail, with a steep dropoff. I turned her up into the hill, one rein stop and turn. She was clearly on alert. So I dismounted - on the uphill side which meant a right side dismount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now M has come out of the woods and asks what set Cici off. I really don't know. There was background droning of a leaf blower, the wind was blowing, she got tired of waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just was not her normal calm collected self. Walked her to some stumps to remount and we headed back down the trail toward home. Walked through the puddles and mud again. Friesian decides to avoid the water and climbs up on the bank and then looses his footing and almost goes down. Cici decides that she too should avoid the water and tries the opposite bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M feels she needs to school her horse through the water. Cici is not standing quietly and then spooks again. Now we are talking maybe 3 strides before I lift one rein but she is not happy with contact. And I'm not happy with this. Emotional fitness is coming and going. Safety first. But I am thinking as I write this that I could have dismounted and played a while on the ground before getting back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do some bushwhacking and Cici likes to choose her own way. I have shortened my reins. And she is listening when I ask her to go down a slope slowly, and up the opposite side also slowly. But she is not feeling relaxed. She is following the Friesian but her ears are saying she is leading. They are pointed to the front, with only an occasional flick back to me. I'm trying to keep my seat deep and swinging. I'm trying to maintain a feeling, and not hang on the reins. Emotional fitness. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the video I remember remarking how open the woods are now that the leaves are all gone. You can now see much farther into the woods, see the all the tree trunks. No leaves creating a tunnel and blocking the open view. Look at the sunlight and shadows! In the months with leaves the trail is completed in shade. Wonder if this change is what Cici is responding to. And listen to the sound of the leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16852d161183315c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16852d161183315c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054148%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D560C73D9966885291B93422521478E4FBF63520.7B1189FAD5E3776FA0011C413BFEAF6A2EE2B11C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16852d161183315c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxdhg2O9LHyWoaQOIn7LKgswrgHQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16852d161183315c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054148%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D560C73D9966885291B93422521478E4FBF63520.7B1189FAD5E3776FA0011C413BFEAF6A2EE2B11C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16852d161183315c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxdhg2O9LHyWoaQOIn7LKgswrgHQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get back to the barn and I untack her she is wet. More than what I would expect from the ride. Wet from nervous energy. Wondering why I didn't see this in our pre flight check. What did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very different from our usual trail rides. Hmmm how interesting. Wonder what I can do differently next time. I need to lick and chew on this for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1883319736952293445?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1883319736952293445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1883319736952293445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1883319736952293445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1883319736952293445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/different-trail-ride.html' title='A different trail ride.'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-63924431600525928</id><published>2010-11-19T16:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:38:20.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circling game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Circling Game at a canter</title><content type='html'>I recently realized that when I play with Cici before I go out on a trail ride I have only been asking for a few strides of canter. I let her walk the circle, I count the number of times she trots the circle, and when I ask for canter I check the quality of her depart - softly into canter or bucking? My preflight check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she goes quietly into canter I invite her in after a few strides. We change direction, check the gaits this way and again nice soft into canter and a few strides and disengage hind end. Time to add the saddle and check her out online again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Casey flying around and around and around me at the canter I guess I've had another of those duh?!?!!? moments. So I pledged to work with Cici to have her canter on the 22'completely around and even to be able to count the circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday my plan was to have her canter a complete circle. When I asked for canter she softly went into it and after 3 strides came back to trot. She was doing exactly what we've been practicing! OMG! So I adjusted my plan to increase the number of strides to 5 and not even consider a complete circle. Took several tries but she did it. So I invited her in to me and we went on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well I guess I could say the temperatures have been up in the 60s and down in the 30s. This morning it was brisk. I had not ridden Cici on the trails in about a week and only played with her a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could say she got up on the lively side of the paddock this morning. I didn't see any real indication when I brought her into the ring to play. We did sideways, we did figure 8s around cones, we played yo-yo. I sent her out on the circle and she was moving slow. I upped my phases and she woke up a bit and started to trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice moving trot that went into a quarter horse gallop without any provocation that I could see. Now when she "takes off" she will do all her antics ON THE CIRCLE. She used to take off in a straight line. But I don't think she likes to hit the end of the rope, so now she can go full out and stay on the circle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking the 22' was short! Looks like the 45 is going to be coming out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one lap she turns in and comes directly to me. Kind of "I don't know what came over me." I thanked her for coming in but asked her to back and then go out on the circle. Well now when I asked for trot I got gallop. And where I had been thinking of how to build up her confidence to canter multiple circles, she was galloping! multiples times! around on the circle! Who's games are these?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed direction to the left and she didn't want to trot. I insisted, upped my phases and in a blink of eye she is galloping around this way. Two three times around the circle, not breaking gait, looking where she is going. And then back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that I do not mind in the least her exuberance while on line. That this is the place for it. Not under saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for about 30 minutes. This is not usual in anyway for her. Usual is walk, trot and 3 strides of canter LOL. Finally I can ask for walk trot canter and she responds lightly and willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the trails she is soft and willing. And tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-63924431600525928?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/63924431600525928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=63924431600525928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/63924431600525928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/63924431600525928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/circling-game-at-canter.html' title='Circling Game at a canter'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2744406591112754572</id><published>2010-11-16T18:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:44:55.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>How About.....?</title><content type='html'>Today I brought out the tarp. Haven't played with that for a while so I thought it would add variety. How about a crumpled pile of tarp? Cici looked at it and nosed it. Then she pawed it and then she walked over it. Okay that was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about playing the circling game where she had to step on the tarp along the circle. Walk no problem. When I asked for trot she would trot around the circle, come to the tarp and purposefully walk over it and trot once past it. No hesitation about the tarp, but clearly it was meant to be walked over. Hmm how interesting. I love when she makes up her own games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of direction, same thing. So how about I ask her to trot over the tarp and it was like, of course, what's the big deal?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought okay how about tarp flapping around her. With the radio playing Sugarland's Stuck Like Glue, I lifted the tarp up and down dancing around Cici. She just stood there, oh how boring, and licked and chewed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about tarp on your back? Or how about wearing a blue tarp bonnet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TOMYA8Si2mI/AAAAAAAAADI/SwfdvHzOdXY/s1600/Cici%2Bunder%2Bbonnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TOMYA8Si2mI/AAAAAAAAADI/SwfdvHzOdXY/s200/Cici%2Bunder%2Bbonnet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540298371058817634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TOMZthGW9_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BtHsY5w0RO0/s1600/Cici%2Bblue%2Bbonnet%2Btarp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TOMZthGW9_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BtHsY5w0RO0/s200/Cici%2Bblue%2Bbonnet%2Btarp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540300236365690866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2744406591112754572?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2744406591112754572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2744406591112754572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2744406591112754572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2744406591112754572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-about.html' title='How About.....?'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TOMYA8Si2mI/AAAAAAAAADI/SwfdvHzOdXY/s72-c/Cici%2Bunder%2Bbonnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6806486182714825205</id><published>2010-11-11T22:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:32:52.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Casey 3 Jamie 1</title><content type='html'>Ah what a difference a day can make! Finally beginning to get through to the little character. Didn't let Casey rest when HE decided to. Thanked him for coming in but sent him right out again. You could see the little wheels furiously going round round in his head as he found himself back out on the circle. How did she do that? What about I'm tired and want to catch my breath? Who has she been talking to? What DVDs has she been watching?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today everything seemed to come together while I played with Casey. The ropes behaved, he began to listen, and I felt like I knew what I was doing. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6806486182714825205?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6806486182714825205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6806486182714825205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6806486182714825205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6806486182714825205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/casey-3-jamie-1.html' title='Casey 3 Jamie 1'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6301266709195634323</id><published>2010-11-10T18:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:36:58.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LBE'/><title type='text'>Casey Casey Casey</title><content type='html'>I feel I am competent with the rope. Can handle it with savvy. And then I bring Casey into the arena and in no time at all I am tied up, tripping over it and my savvy string and 22' line are knotted together! Oh and did I mention I look like I rolled in the ring, or maybe was dragged, from all the transfer of arena footing to me from the rope?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Casey, he is such a challenge for me. LB big E. I am so comfortable with Cici, an introvert. I can bring my energy up when I need to with her, but I don't need to keep it up for very long. Casey is the total opposite. He is such an Extrovert (notice the big E for him and small i for Cici) that when I try and match his energy - well he just keeps it up there and totally wears me out! Must be his plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flies out to the end of the 22' line, he gallops about, he bucks and kicks his back feet out, he turns in to me and charges with ears pinned back and as he passes he throws both back feet at me. Fortunately no contact. Oh and when he wants a chance to catch is breath he drops to the ground and rolls. And rolls and rolls. Totally covers himself in footing to the extent that he changes color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article by Linda about "oh you want to go fast? Great idea!" So I tried that with him. Galloping on the circle? Great lets keep going! Casey learned early on that if he turns in and faces I give him time to think. But oh...one of those blinding flashes of comprehension, a totally duh!?!??! moment. I've been rewarding him for the wrong thing. I asked him to stay on the circle and keep going. He is out of breath and turns in. I need to thank him for coming in but then immediately get him back out. I do this with Cici, how come I didn't make the connection with Casey???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this moment reminds me why blogging or journaling is so very important. Yes to document the journey but more importantly to process the journey. Now I can't wait to go play with Casey tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying I know he will get better, just when? Now I realize its I'll get better! And hopefully sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting aside, I watched the Level 3 online DVD with Pat last night. After my Casey session. And used a lot of things I saw and heard Pat talk about while playing with Cici. Now while Casey has been flying around, Cici as been moving like molasses! Another duh!!! moment when I realized my send was broken. Fixed it and had a really nice circling game with Cici. Felt more connected with her. Alternating between her and the Case will help me grow, that is if I can survive his antics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6301266709195634323?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6301266709195634323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6301266709195634323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6301266709195634323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6301266709195634323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/casey-casey-casey.html' title='Casey Casey Casey'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4017059658782133496</id><published>2010-11-07T16:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:39:47.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rope halter'/><title type='text'>Yawning</title><content type='html'>I rode Cici with her rope halter for the first time yesterday. What was interesting was how some issues, like resistance to left lateral flexion are the same as with the bridle. Right lateral flexion was about the same as with the bridle. Lifting one rein for a stop was so much better, and backing was light and right there. Hmmm how interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just walked around the ring. Stick to the rail, and then circles through the question box. Stick to the rail went better than usual. I'm not going to discuss the strange shapes we were making in the middle of the ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while she started to yawn when we were stopped in the question box. Once she started it didn't seem that she could stop. She yawned with her head down, she yawned with her head straight out in front, she lifted her head way way up to the rafters and yawned and yawned and yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I am pleased when I bore her into yawning when I ride ; -) But this was different, such a huge release from her jaw. I know she holds a lot of her tension in her mouth, can see her lips pursed, chin tight. Takes a lot for her to relax there. When I put her bridle on the next time I plan on pay specific attention to how she holds the bit. Oh boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4017059658782133496?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4017059658782133496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4017059658782133496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4017059658782133496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4017059658782133496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/yawning.html' title='Yawning'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6872295994426266767</id><published>2010-11-07T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:21:49.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='left brain extrovert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LBE'/><title type='text'>Casey</title><content type='html'>Casey has been reverting back to some of his old undesirable behaviors. Clearly he believes I have not been spending enough time with him. All my time is with Cici, according to him. Remember he is a LB big E and everything is about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy was here recently and the vet, Kendyl, as he needs to be tranq'd for it to safely get his teeth done. Well he was full of himself before Kendyl came. And when he saw her he went into over the top bad behavior. Kendyl finds him amusing and always says they have a love hate relationship. She loves him (thank heavens!!!) and he hates her. She takes the time it takes to get him soft with her before she gives him a shot. She takes the time and does not do anything sneaky with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he hates, absolutely hates being tranq'd. He takes a full horse sized dose, and continues to fight it the whole time. Oh and did I mention that he holds grudges? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentistry went well, but I could see him seething as he fought the drugs. And then his left stifle locked as he was coming out of the tranq. Well it kept locking and unlocking and Kendyl told me that we just had to wait until the drugs were completely out of his system - and that hopefully he would be fine then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had to check on him at 9:00 PM to see how he was doing. Wandering around in the pitch black looking for a black mini who is staying away from me. Groan. It was still coming and going. When his stifle locks he looks like a peg legged pirate. He will walk with the leg straight and he swings it away from his body as he walks. Comical if I wasn't so worried about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when I made an extra trip to the barn to check on him, he was fine. So I took him for a walk. Well I meant to take him out, but he would have nothing to do with the halter. Remember holds grudges?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday when I went to play with Cici and ride I noticed Casey was doing his pirate imitation. What I need to do is back him up and hope that the stifle will pop back. At first it kept going in and then out. Groan. But finally in and I was able to get his halter on with no resistance and took him up to the indoor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the door he is off and running. I switched to the 22' line and he is bucking, kicking out with both bad feet aimed towards me and flying around. I thought he might be a little sore. But he is full of himself. Beginning to wonder if he is figuring out a way to lock his stifle so I will pay attention to him. Hmmmm, an awful thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so LBE that I just hold on to the lead as he races around me, changing direction and stopping to face me when he is out of breath. The moment he catches his breath he is off again. He learned the turn and face means time out very quickly, and uses it to his advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he starts to slow down I try figure 8s around the cones but then he is off again. Decide I will just let him wear himself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I halter him and take him again to the indoor. Need to exercise and strength that leg and am thinking I better do this more rather than less often. He is again racing around ignoring me. He does stay on the circle, no running out to the end of the rope at least. When he comes in to me, it is a struggle to get him to back up. Seems we are back at the beginning. Know this will get better, but right now I swear I am working harder than I ever do with Cici! And he is what? 1/5 of her size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going from a introvert (Cici) who goes between left and rigt brain sides, and a big (okay emotionally big) extravert is causing MY head to spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6872295994426266767?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6872295994426266767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6872295994426266767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6872295994426266767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6872295994426266767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/11/casey.html' title='Casey'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4660780317269759782</id><published>2010-10-29T17:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:23:50.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail riding'/><title type='text'>Trail Super Star</title><content type='html'>Out on the trails today with M on one of her Friesians. Cici has never been out with him before, this was their first date. As we left the barn and went up the trail I noticed she was actively looking about. She was attentive and had her head up and ears were dancing. After about three or four minutes she relaxed and went into following mode. I realized she had been acting like she was out on the trail alone! Lead horse who has to stay alert! Guess it took a little while before she was willing to believe the Friesian knew what he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do one of the new trails in the opposite direction from the way we have, and when we came to the trail head saw it was posted with a No Trespassing sign. There wasn't one at the other end, hmmm how interesting. So off the trail we went. Bushwhacking! With the Bulldozer (the Friesian)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creature has been through these woods of downed trees and saplings growing up inches from each other. The Bulldozer leads the way and Cici closes her eyes and just walks through anything and everything. She even cuts her own trails when she thinks he is going the wrong way. She doesn't even bother to go around some of the saplings, just walks over them. Well she gets caught. Two saplings conspire to basically trap her left front leg in a V. She can't go forward, she can't back, "Time to get off Mom". She is calm. Not paniced, just stands and waits for me to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more trees right to her left and the saplings are bent that way, only clear side is on the right. Glad I've done all that practicing of mounting and unmounting from both sides as I don't give it a second thought but hop off the right side. I give it a second thought afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these two saplings where really tight up against her chest and armpit. I wrestle the smaller on to the ground and step on it to hold it down. Now I'm trying to figure out how to get the larger one which has a trunk of maybe 1-1/2". Have to bend it away from her and then step on it with my other foot to hold it down. They are both too green to break. And now I ask Cici to walk forward, over the trunks of the saplings. Feels like I'm caught a strange game of Twister LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calmly walks out of the puzzle and now I am on the ground and we all continue our bushwhacking. The area is so dense there is no room for me to mount back up. We continue clambering over downed trees, thick underbrush and finally connect up with the trail. Mount back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to how Cici just stood there. Calm with complete confidence that I would extract her. What a Super Star!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4660780317269759782?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4660780317269759782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4660780317269759782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4660780317269759782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4660780317269759782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/10/trail-super-star.html' title='Trail Super Star'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-3545125211776557418</id><published>2010-10-25T13:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:37:36.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time time time. Taking the time it takes, put the relationship first. Ah, today I feel like a failure. I put my wants - I want to trail ride - ahead of my relationship. And the worst thing about it was that I was totally aware of what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, should be working, but wanted to go out on the trails this morning with V. Got up late, delayed and then when I finally was organized and ready to play with Cici we only had half an hour before the "agreed upon" time to go out. I always get to the barn with about an hour to play before going out. So today felt I "had" to do my pre ride check quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici was not in the mood to do anything really. Wanted to eat her hay and maybe take a walk. But I had her out on the circle and I was micromanaging and demanding. Trot, trot now, trot, now canter. Don't stop and come in, stay out on the circle and lets just get through this walk trot canter checklist. When I finally asked her to come in she walked in and stood at an angle AWAY from me with her head firmly looking away. No head to my chest. No looking at me. Looking away!!!!! This is neither an oh boy or a how interesting moment. This is a moment of my shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-3545125211776557418?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3545125211776557418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=3545125211776557418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3545125211776557418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3545125211776557418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-3973565149271686356</id><published>2010-10-24T14:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:37:49.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Playing in the big field</title><content type='html'>I took Cici across the street yesterday to play in a large grass field. A neighbor has this field fenced in and uses it as a jumping course for her daughter. Fortunately it was cleared of jumps. I gathered up my ropes and carrot stick and even dug out the 45' line. Finally I could use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici walked quietly next to me down the driveway, gently snorting. Hmmm, rereading that sentence I wish to clarify, she walked quietly, but she was certainly making noise! Nostrils get a little tight as she goes RBI. And the snorts - I use them as an indicator of how RB she is. When we are riding on a new trail she will snort. Turn onto one she has been before, snorts stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked down the driveway, across the street, down neighbor's driveway onto their lawn. Cici stops for a snack. Thinking about Linda's Zero brace whenever Cici drops her head to eat I wiggle the rope to ask her to raise her head and walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enter the fenced field and I close the gate. Know there is a possibility of dropping the rope and want to set up this first experience for success. Not lose my horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have ridden over here, but gone on the trails, not come into this field. Cici has her head up, well up when it is not down eating grass. She is thinking that this is a wonderful field to graze in. I switch the 12' lead to the 22' and walk her around. Since she has her life up I trot off and she is with me. As we walk and trot around it is head up aware to head down eat. Walk a couple of steps and drop head to eat. Trot together. Stop and head down to eat. I ask her for backing from zone 5 and she eats as she back up! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is eating I try wiggling the rope to get her head up. Trying not to just pull on the rope. Ask for some back up - and then circling. I've played a couple of time recently in the indoor with transitions online and she decides to practice. So walk, transition to eat, trot, then downward transition to eat. Each time she is staying on the circle. Maintaining gait is not going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing and enjoying playing in the field and the sun and the wonderful Fall day. Appreciate her creativeness. How she takes a concept and makes it her own. LBI. I also know that the line between her LB and RB behavior is very fine. So when I ask for her to go forward on the circle I try and be soft. Work on my phases carefully. Perhaps I am too careful? too cautious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is trotting nicely, and stops to grab a bite of grass when she is behind me, then back to trot. I don't do anything but she spooks and does her quarter horse gather and push off and I just let the line go. Not going to hold her! She runs off a ways, the line behind her, she turns and the line now bounces and wraps around her front foot. I am standing still watching what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the rope is wrapped around her front foot, she has turned and is facing me and stops and eats the grass. I walk toward her, taking off my jacket as the sun is getting warmer. Think about the fact that I am now flapping my jacket while walking towards her but she has the grass and just eats and stands still. I drop my jacket on my pile of ropes and finally walk up to her. She has lifted her head to touch my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loosen the loop around her leg and ask her to back and step out of the loop. Then we walk back to area where we were playing. Do some walking circles. Wow, great to have the space to do this as she is at the end of the 22'. Thinking it will be a while before I am comfortable enough to pull out the 45 and play with that. But that is a new goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Cici goes around and stops to eat and I wiggle the rope through the phases to ask her to stay at gait she takes off again. This time she is staying on the circle! but slips on the grass. She skids and her back end slids out from under her and she sits down on her left hind. Then jumps back up and continues the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear to me that she is fine, but I am worried about the divots in the grass. This is the first time we are playing in the field and I don't know if the owner will be upset. And I want to come back! So I stomp the divots back and walk Cici around to make sure she is fine and gather up my bag and jacket. Walk back up the hill to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to come back and play again here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-3973565149271686356?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3973565149271686356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=3973565149271686356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3973565149271686356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3973565149271686356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/10/playing-in-big-field.html' title='Playing in the big field'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-9192382618989985451</id><published>2010-10-13T14:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:38:08.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Bushwacking</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I only had a little time to be at the barn. Felt I needed to spend the time cleaning the paddock, so with fork and wheel barrel I entered. Cici and Casey came right over to me. Nuzzles and treat begging. I scratched favorite places and then went off to pick up poop. Well they followed me. Stopped and waited for me to finish one place before the three of us walked over to the next pile! Very calm and quiet. A bit difficult sometimes to handle the muck rake LOL. Both took turns at chewing on the handles of the wheelbarrel. And Cici stood right next to it and then lifted her front foot up and over the handle! And back. Felt like the wheelbarrel and I were amusement for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today played with transitions on the circle. She kept offering canter, even though I was not asking, so had a great reason to ask for trot. And then to ask for walk. Then back up to trot and walk and trot and canter. I had worried that I would not be able to keep her on the circle. But that wasn't a problem. And all the transitions caused her to focus more and more on me. Whoohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our play session went out for a trail ride with M. Wanted to check out some old trails we have not been able to access for a couple of years. Bushwacking! Amazing how quickly the woods fill in. We walked through dense underbrush, over downed trees (okay that is old hat), squeezed between trees, ducked under branches, clambered over rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici was a champ (or to borrow from Kim - a rock star!!) through all of this. At one point we were waiting for M to clear some branches and Cici's left front foot slowly sank into the ground. She stood quietly as her foot sunk - it felt like a flat tire - and then quietly walked forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to be doing all this on a loose rein shows me how far we have come. Amazing. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-9192382618989985451?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/9192382618989985451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=9192382618989985451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/9192382618989985451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/9192382618989985451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/10/bushwacking.html' title='Bushwacking'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5776757870205546415</id><published>2010-10-11T13:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:45:38.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus Day</title><content type='html'>Went for a trail ride today with V and G. And pulled my phone out of my pocket to take a little video clip of the woods. Okay of G's butt! Be sure to turn off the volume, didn't realize it was recording my inanities. Clearly I need to work on my filming techniques. I've been watching other posts and they have these beautiful thru their horse's ears clips of mile after mile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici took advantage of my inattention to grab a bite to eat as we were walking along. And since she has such a delightful Western pleasure head set when I held up the phone I was focusing way over her head and ears. Once I got the hang of it realized I needed to focus down a bit to include her in the picture. But hey this is a first. Holding on to loose rein with one hand and looking through the phone/camera with the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bf1a15f21e5f9af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bf1a15f21e5f9af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054148%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82DA21A06BBE903A32DD4128574D621EAA65112D.4514B201D0729C82721E0B4656219D21EAFCB154%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bf1a15f21e5f9af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPjY-FDhmZ585rhnJY58kKS6KhW4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bf1a15f21e5f9af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054148%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82DA21A06BBE903A32DD4128574D621EAA65112D.4514B201D0729C82721E0B4656219D21EAFCB154%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bf1a15f21e5f9af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPjY-FDhmZ585rhnJY58kKS6KhW4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are walking along "The Cart Path" in Pine and Beech woods that are now green and golden. We are on the bottom of the ridge, along a small brook off to the left. Lots of ferns along the side that are dying off for the coming winter, but have turned golden and russet. It is a steep decent to this trail, but its a lovely long relatively flat trail as opposed to most of the other trails we ride in these woods. The way back offers lots of different ways to clamber back up to the top of the ridge, including stepping over downed trees, crossing a stream, bushwacking and navigating rock outcrops. Cici is a trooper, she willingly walks through and over it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5776757870205546415?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5776757870205546415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5776757870205546415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5776757870205546415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5776757870205546415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/10/columbus-day.html' title='Columbus Day'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7803408454837107279</id><published>2010-09-27T14:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:30:09.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adapting</title><content type='html'>Sunday went to the barn with a plan. Groundwork and riding. Those were the plans, but I had to adapt. When I got there the horses had just been fed their morning hay. Cici and Casey were busy chowing down. Casey did lift his head out of the hay to come to the gate and greet me. Treats are better than hay to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici studiously ignored me. Didn't flick an ear, roll an eye or wrinkle her nose. Just kept her face buried deeper and deeper into the hay. I stood at the gate and waited and waited. Finally I said to her that I was going to clean the paddock while she ate and not ask anything of her. She lifted her head up and looked over her shoulder at me. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clean up the paddock I did and then I sat on the rock and listened to her munch her morning hay. There was no one else around, but me and all the horses. Sun, some clouds and a bit cooler. But with no one around I will not ride, safety first. And since Cici had so much hay to eat I decided undemanding time was the best thing all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7803408454837107279?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7803408454837107279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7803408454837107279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7803408454837107279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7803408454837107279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/09/adapting.html' title='Adapting'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4198133202619272797</id><published>2010-09-22T14:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:04:54.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural horsemanship'/><title type='text'>Avery</title><content type='html'>Just got home from a fantastic lesson with Avery. Major tune up. Just what we needed. I am so charged I can't even focus on my day job LOL. Just had to post something. I mean who else can I share my joy?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course what we worked on seems minor - we trotted the entire ring! But it has been such a struggle for me, and Cici. And Avery's help was quiet and so focused. Of course I "know" this stuff but applying it while in the saddle is a whole different story. Sometimes I think my mind leaves my body and hangs around over me twiddling its thumbs while I struggle to think! And reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I could relax while trotting and look where I was going - keep my focus out in front of us, around the corners and down the long side. And a part of me was amazed at my being able to focus so far out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually progressed to trotting big circles with the question box set up in the middle of the ring. First walked the circle then trotted. First one direction then the other. Each time rewarding Cici with a rest in the box when the circle was smoother and the trot consistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery explained about the 1% improvement each day. That goes for everything. That requires me to keep my wits about me and know what we did the previous time LOL. This should be a challenge and lots of fun. And I'm sure Cici will keep me on my toes! The other challenge is keeping things interesting for Cici. Not fall into patterns so that she starts to make assumptions and go right brain. We are definitely in left brain mode now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery commented on our progress, both of us. That we have come a far distance from the last time she was here. That feels soooo good. I know we have come a long way. I couldn't trot a couple of months ago. Now to go around the arena! And wanting more more more. Slow down Jamie - 1% improvement each time is the way to partnership and success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered that while I was in the paddock grooming Cici before the lesson a Sharp Shinned Hawk flew over the indoor, swooped the paddock and then circled the outside ring. A moment later a second Sharpy did the same. And during my lesson I heard a hawk calling. Hmmm how interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4198133202619272797?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4198133202619272797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4198133202619272797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4198133202619272797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4198133202619272797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/09/avery.html' title='Avery'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-3614175643380521887</id><published>2010-09-19T17:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:39:37.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>M showed V and me how to get over to Noon Hill by just walking through the neighborhood. Said it was 15-20 minutes to the woods. We were excited as that meant an easy way to get over to new trails without trailering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it turned out to be 30 minutes of sidewalks and roads. Each way. The entire ride was 2 hours but that means half of it was roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people we ran into on our journey were amazingly nice. If they had a dog they either brought them back into the house or put a leash on them. The cars generally slowed down for us. One father stopped and parked the mini van so his daughter could watch us go by. He said she was horse crazy. I told him that's how it begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of guys doing some major yard work with heavy equipment. They saw us coming and took a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici handled all of this with great dignity and calmness. Cars, barking dogs, tractors, guy on ladder (which when V saw, she said, "Oh no, G does not do ladders!!!" fortunately the guy got off). I found it not too much fun. Okay glad we did it, but don't think V and I will be doing the road trip again soon. Want to trailer over to the woods and ride in the woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work hard on staying relaxed. Okay my emotional fitness was put to the test. I worked hard at riding with a loose rein and loose seat. Constantly watching for cars, listening for dogs. G has shoes all the way around and watched him slide a bit on the down hills. Thankfully Cici is barefoot, but worried about her feet on the payment. Different things to be aware of in the woods. Maybe its just that this is new. But it didn't seem like enough fun to do again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-3614175643380521887?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3614175643380521887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=3614175643380521887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3614175643380521887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/3614175643380521887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4957309019700554124</id><published>2010-09-12T23:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:35:27.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure 8 at trot</title><content type='html'>A first! Okay what seems like months ago when Avery was last here I had Cici trot the cones in a figure 8. But I haven't been able to manage to figure out how I did that. Finally on Sunday while playing it all came together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really asking Cici to trot the figure was all about me, not about  her LOL. One of those totally duh!!! moments. How many of them do I need  to have before I believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been realizing I'm on a plateau. I've reach one goal, and it is a big one - feeling comfortable back in the saddle out on the trails and as I said in my last post - What's next??!?! Of course I realize I have been thoroughly been boring Cici. To the point that after I saddle her and play circling game asking for walk trot and canter in one direction when I change direction she will walk trot canter and then turn into me, stop and say, Okay we are done. Can we go out on the trails now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling on how to be more creative. Keep her thinking and paying attention to me. Got so focused on the end result, my expectations, that straight line thinking was all I was capable of. Now the box is opening a bit. I know where I am and want to move. So slowly things are changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been working on backing and last week for the first time she backed just from my gentle pull of some tail hairs. Of course days went by without that happening again. But if nothing else I am patient. And persistent. Yesterday I again received her willingness to back by lifting a few tail hairs. What a feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trotting out on the trails. We are going out for longer and longer times. We cross a road, walk over huge downed trees, walk under the power lines, cross a small brook - Cici likes to stick her nose in the water - encounter a barking dog. We lead on the trails, no longer just following. Cici and I are developing our partnership. God I love this girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4957309019700554124?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4957309019700554124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4957309019700554124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4957309019700554124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4957309019700554124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/09/figure-8-at-trot.html' title='Figure 8 at trot'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7379333801821018229</id><published>2010-08-28T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:16:14.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>I realize I have achieved my goal of feeling confident with Cici on the trails. She is listening and soft, much softer on the trail than in the ring LOL. She is not perfect - still grabbing for grass, leaves, anything green. But we are feeling together more and more out on the trails. We have even begun to trot on the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is where Jeepers and I were. And I was very happy there. I'd do my pre-ride check with Jeeps in a couple of minutes and then off we'd go. With Cici I am much more thorough with my pre-ride check. And it takes longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jeeps I'd bring her to barn and visit with Rebekah and Vivian as we all groomed. Now I groom Cici in her paddock or the indoor and spend my time with groundwork while my friends are in the barn grooming and tacking their horses. I get to the barn at least an hour before them to make sure that Cici and I are ready to go out. I am clearly seen the benefits of this in my relationship with her. And we are having fun on the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's next? What do I want? How do I continue to focus on my PNH journey? I'm confused about what it is I want and how to get there. Aarggghhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7379333801821018229?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7379333801821018229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7379333801821018229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7379333801821018229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7379333801821018229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6788264448241376817</id><published>2010-08-18T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:02:32.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail Riding</title><content type='html'>We are back out on the trails again. My confidence is back and I am feeling like I felt a year ago. Long time, but guess it takes the time it takes. When I do our groundwork Cici is sighing that LBI sigh of 'Oh no not again'. I tell her I need a walk trot canter check before we go out. So she walks trots canters and then stops and looks at me. I say both directions - LBI sigh and she goes in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is confident, but she is listening to me. We have been going on parts of trails we haven't been before - and its intriguing when she begins to lose her confidence a little and I hear her snorts. Then she feels things are okay and the little snorts go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I heard the snorts we were on a flat trail with a hill on one side and woods on the other. Now we have been riding in these woods all along. But this was a new piece of trail. Clearly she knew that. While my friend's horse welcomes the newness Cici is a bit more cautious. The second time we did the trail she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tree down across the trail. Its a BIG tree and now way to bushwack around. I tell her to be sure to pick up her feet. She gets her front legs over - notices a delicious green morsel on the ground and stops for a snack before walking her hind end over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also gone across to the street to another person's property where the trails are in deep woods that have not been walked on so much. We wind our way through a field of ferns. It is so quiet and still. Get a bit of snorting. My friend's horse is enjoying the variety and Cici quiets down. When we come to an open field the snorts appear again. I work on remaining relaxed and keep those hips swinging when she is snorting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are heading back and have to walk by a paddock with two horses. One gallops up behind us and I am worried. Cici was fine, she disengaged when I asked, but I realized I was tight and worried. So I dismounted. And both of us sighed and relaxed. What an amazing idea - to be able to dismount and break the cycle of tension!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6788264448241376817?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6788264448241376817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6788264448241376817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6788264448241376817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6788264448241376817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/08/trail-riding.html' title='Trail Riding'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8472879688927819499</id><published>2010-07-27T09:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:17:16.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love love</title><content type='html'>It has been so Hot Hot Hot and HUMID that I've just cleaned the paddock and hand grazed Cici and sometimes Casey. No play no riding no games. For weeks! Guess its been lots and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend July 24-25 Amelia's here for a workshop. And I decided for Sunday instead of bringing the horses to the workshop I'd just bring the workshop to the horses! So piled 20 people into a bunch of cars and caravaned from Solstice Healing Center to Mary's Castle of Friesians. Amelia started with a pairs exercise where one person closes their eyes while their partner guides them through the world experiencing smells, sounds, touch. I brought Cici into the outside ring and we stood and waited. The guide would bring their person gently to Cici and the "blind" person would have their hands out in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia had asked Cici if she would mind. I told Cici the people where coming to love her. She stood perfectly still. Strange hands reached out to touch her neck, mane, her cheeks, her nose. She blew gently on them. She turned and blew gently on me. She nuzzled me while they touched her. I nuzzled her and kissed her soft nose. I closed MY eyes and breathed her into me. And Margaret thought we had Woodstock before. This was a time of love - flowing love, healing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My magical energy horse turned to some of the people and put her nose in their hands. Others she gently turned her face away but did not move away. She was a willing participant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone sat in a semi circle as Amelia guided them in a medical gestalt. I walked Cici around in a circle, while they were meditating. We played quietly, change of direction, a bit of turns and then I looped her lead around her neck and we walked as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day Cici was the most demonstrative she has ever been in her love to me. She  constantly nuzzled me, blew in my hair, put her nose to my mouth so we  could exchange breaths, gave me her nose for kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia payed us the highest compliment - that we look so alike. Two blond girls. She said Cici absolutely adored me. I know I absolutely adore her. Tears. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8472879688927819499?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8472879688927819499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8472879688927819499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8472879688927819499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8472879688927819499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-love-love.html' title='Love love love'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2973322917905669588</id><published>2010-07-02T16:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:00:38.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after</title><content type='html'>Cici was focused on me today! Still tuned up from Avery on Wednesday. Backing I still had to go to Phase 4 but after the first set of 3s she would anticipate the rope swing and get moving backwards. I will have to be really attentive to maintaining this lightness. Can see how I fell into nagging last time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't do as much anticipating. And was much faster to stop when she did. Still came in a lot more than I thought, but got to practice our backing again. Overall she was a lot softer and quieter and listening. Not zoning out in her own world. So everything took less time. Now this was interesting as I hadn't done anything with her yesterday, took the day off and Rob and I went to Ogunquit for a beach day. And today I was going out with Vivian for a trail ride, so got to the barn earlier to have lots of time to get everything done before our agreed time. That adage have an hour it will take 15 minutes, have 15 minutes it will take an hour certainly held true today. Allowed extra time and didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also worked on sideways, and especially sideways as part of change of direction. Both of us were working on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddle her up and played some more. She cantered on the 22 foot line with slack in the rope! Soft trot with slack in the rope. We were ready almost a half hour early! So I got on to see our pattern. Only two loops and she stopped on just a lift of rein and my exhale. Ready for the trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how nice to have her right there for me. We walked down to the barn and waited outside for Vivian to finish tacking up. Cici just stood quietly. On the trails she was still occassionally grabbing for leaves either in the trees or on the ground. Avery had shortened my stirrups and today for the first time in a long time I felt my hips swinging!!!!!! Had this when riding in the ring also. But on the trails awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Last night was watching Rick Lamb on RFDTV and he was interviewing Pat and Linda. A viewer asked a question about head shaking. And they both said, well if a horse does not want to move its feet they will move their head! Light bulb moment!!!!! Also it is or can be a dominance thing. Ya think! Cici - backing. Yup does not want to move her feet. Well that changed today. I didn't pay any attention when she did try the shake, and it didn't come back. Now hmmm how interesting! Oh Boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2973322917905669588?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2973322917905669588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2973322917905669588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2973322917905669588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2973322917905669588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-after.html' title='Day after'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-8291256702618183123</id><published>2010-06-30T23:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:34:06.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Certainly no longer Boring!</title><content type='html'>Lesson today with Avery. And boy did she shake things up. Yup I was boring Cici. Doing that pleading begging nagging thing that I keep reading about. The forever Phase 1 maybe 2. So Avery went to effective Phase 4 with Cici in backing and sideways. WoW! Maybe I should be saying Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici looked at me like what have you unleased?!?!?! I said, You've been complaining that I'm boring you??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are talking sideways without the wall here. Going the entire length of the ring first one side then the other. And in circling game, change of direction/sidways. So bring her in for change of direction, pause, move Zone 1 over then Zone 4, after a few nice sideways - send her back out to the circle. Talk about mixing things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici was like what happened and I was like you want me to do what?!?!? How?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup its about me getting to that effective Phase 4. Harder on me that on Cici. Well today I not sure it wasn't hard on both of us. She can stand there and take the one wap. Avery said then ask again at phase 1 and then do wap wap wap. Its the threes that seem to get her attention. Or maybe its that my 1 wap Phase 4 is livable with. So first once than threes. And then ask again at Phase 1 immediately and when she finally willingly moves IMMEDIATELY release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its saddle up time. Avery took the time to check out how things are fitting. Looked and Cici and commented on her improved muscling and how she is no longer downhill!!!! So she adjusted the shims. When I told her about Margaret's comment that Cici had energy blocks along where the back cinch was...and that I had taken it off, Avery asked about sweat marks and where they were. She wasn't happy with the back cinch off but was willing to let me go ahead and warm Cici up online. As soon as she was on the circle Avery said see how the saddle is bouncing up and down in the back? So I got the cinch and when putting it on Avery got looking at Cici and where the cinch fell and said - hmmm I'm learning something here. Because Cici is short backed Avery realized that the cinch hobble needed to be shortened and then she wound up clipping it to the front ring on the girth. Said she had never thought about it before but short back would mean short underneath as well. And that the cinch needed to be on her sternum, which was also short, and before it was on her belly. That made sense for it to bother or block her energy before. So now we are back with a back cinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I learned how to do the change of direction, pause, sideways, back out on circle. Cici was anticipating the changes. And I'm getting good at "shutting her down" and struggling at getting the sideways. But think I understand the how. And why. Cici went from running around ignoring me, to thinking and getting softer and her gait went from frantic to calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time we are both soaking wet with sweat. And exhausted. And I finally mount up. Avery immediately commented that Cici was not backing at the mounting block! I had forgotten that, well almost. But yes Cici stands very nice at the mounting block now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked about her stopping when I lift one rein. No bending just stopping. Avery said that was fine. She checked out Cici's lateral flexion and said she is a lot softer than before so not to worry about it. And explained the importance of purpose and patterns for RBI Cici. The patterns give us purpose. And purpose is what she needs. Aimless ring riding will make her nuts. Gee now wonder she is fed up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow ties with stop along the wall. If she does not stop immediately on a soft rein, then back her up. Count of 4 as close fingers, if no movement back, lift inside rein and bump straight up 3 times. Back to contact and asking for back. If still no movement, 3 more stronger. Straight up. One rein. Then back to contact and release from straight contact only when she moves. Ride the pattern until turns are nice and soft and the stop is light. I'll repeat that for me, ride the pattern until the turns are nice and soft and the stop is light and immediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now ready for a trail ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-8291256702618183123?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8291256702618183123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=8291256702618183123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8291256702618183123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/8291256702618183123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/certainly-no-longer-boring.html' title='Certainly no longer Boring!'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2936715225558231683</id><published>2010-06-29T17:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:53:10.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!</title><content type='html'>Be careful what you wish for. I always say I love to bore my horse to the point where she yawns. Well I know I am boring my horse to the point where she is fed up! OMG. Oh Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Avery is coming tomorrow. But today I tried to mix things up and be more there and ask for more from Cici. So we did a lively sideways along the wall, in both directions. Had her feet and mind moving so that when I released and she stopped she chewed almost immediately. Struggled with sideways without a wall. Hmmm how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot and humid again today so just played for a little while. Then out to graze. She is getting very responsive to "head up" after she has been eating a while to move on to the next snacking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I hosed her off. Left side she couldn't care less. Right side she walked away. Actually circled me on the 12 foot line. But eventually stood for right side spraying and then licked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to lots of grazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh interesting note, in her paddock while I was cleaning up, I look up to see her kicking her back feet way up in the air. Guess a bug was bothering her something awful. She kicked and kicked and then ran over to me. Didn't crowd me or anything, just wanted to be near. I told her to stand still and I'd look her over. No bug left. And she just stood quietly while I ran my hands down her back legs and around her utter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2936715225558231683?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2936715225558231683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2936715225558231683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2936715225558231683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2936715225558231683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/boring.html' title='Boring!'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-554295510756678295</id><published>2010-06-27T12:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:59:35.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A clear, concise, focused plan with purpose</title><content type='html'>I've been reading Shannon Ranch's blog on her Fast Track journey. She said, "Another big take away for me from the Fast Track is how clear my horse  wants me to be. At times she outright demands it. If I can setup my  requests with great purpose she is much more apt to offer compliance. If  I don't help her understand the purpose well..... she hesitates, or  balks, or gets emotional. This will be my challenge- a clear, concise,  focused plan with purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This speaks so directly to me. Today when I was playing with Cici and struggling with backing her and sending her on the circle, I kept thinking that I was not clear. And Shannon says it so concisely. This too is my challenge - a clear, concise, focused plan with purpose. Hmm how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici had another little hissy fit online. But looking back it was about my not being clear. I think one thing, if she gives me something else I will usually accept that. So who is the leader here? And then I expect her to know what I meant originally. I'm confused so its no surprise she is also. A clear, concise, focused plan with purpose will become my mantra! I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go out today again for a short trail ride with Vivian and Georgie. Deer flies out in cloud packs. Fortunately Vivian and Georgie were leading so they got the brunt of the clouds of flies. But there were enough out to descend on us. I was swishing away like crazy. Noticed that when one landed on even her mane she would feel it and shake her head. But when she was grabbing a mouthful of leaves and one is now attached to her neck it doesn't even register. Focus its all about focus. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-554295510756678295?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/554295510756678295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=554295510756678295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/554295510756678295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/554295510756678295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/clear-concise-focused-plan-with-purpose.html' title='A clear, concise, focused plan with purpose'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-7337875511633081822</id><published>2010-06-26T14:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:36:45.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Trail Ride</title><content type='html'>Wow today was the first time in a long time that I relaxed and felt comfortable back in the saddle on the trails. Think I was feeling better and more confident on the trails than in the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deer files are out in force. So Vivian and I just did the Precipice Trail and looped back on Red Tail Hawk Trail. I had one hand on reins (bridged) and the other swatting flies with the swish. Oh and did I mention it was hot and humid? Maybe I had so much else to do that I didn't have any mind share left for worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this past week has been hot hot hot and humid humid humid, I haven't done much beyond taking Cici for grazing strolls. Been a week of this and then Friday I played with her. Ball, cones, barrels, sideways. She did not want to go out on the circle. No way. Backing got the head shaking and blowing and licking. All this activity with her head and nothing with her feet. So I flicked the Savvy String at her chest and boy did I ever step over her threshold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was indignant. And took off in a huff. She cantered, threw a little hissy fit, stamped her feet - go figure out how to express yourself without really bucking. I let the line slide through my hands til the end and then had to brace. I told her I was upset at what she was displaying. How could I trust that I could saddle her and get on and that she would be a partner? What was I doing here? Was she too much horse for me? What did I want? Did I expect to just throw on a saddle and go out for a trail ride? Was all this too much? Was she too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was standing out on the circle looking at me while I was thinking all this. She walked in to me and put her head flat into my chest. Melted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today she still did the head shake thing and yes we struggled with the send and maintaining circle. But she was soft and listening and walk trot canter and jumped the barrels in both directions. The best thing about the barrels is they were lined up on the circle and she just went for them. Out on the trails felt like maybe just maybe we are partners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-7337875511633081822?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7337875511633081822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=7337875511633081822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7337875511633081822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/7337875511633081822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiet-trail-ride.html' title='Quiet Trail Ride'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-4915840784649088666</id><published>2010-06-20T13:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:51:16.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I just read if you have 15 minutes it will take hours, if you have hours it will take 15 minutes. On Friday I was meeting Vivian at the barn to go out for a trail ride. Thought if I planned on 1-1/2 hours it would work out fine for me to do my preflight check with Cici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I was watching the clock and struggling. Would I have done all I wanted by the deadline? God a deadline. This is getting way more stressful than it is supposed to be. Groan. How interesting. Oh boy. I think I like groan the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cici has develop this new thing - when I ask for her to back away from me - like to send out in the circle she will take a few steps back and then lower her head all the way down. When I ask again she will slowly turn her head from side to side - kind of like when you try and crack your own neck. I've already put a call in to Steve Katz. Chiropractor to come and check her out. Can't figure out is this is an avoidance thing or is a problem. Avery has also checking her teeth. But she does not do this is I am in Zone 5 and asking for a back. So go figure. Oh Boy! Hmmm how interesting LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Cici was not quick to go out on the circle. Been having this problem recently, guess my send just isn't where it needs to be. And tagging her is hard. For me, no for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now also checking out the second cone in the figure 8. Noses it, rubs her nose on it. And then when I ask her to go she will lift her leg and paw or put it on the cone. As I've said before wish I had thought to ask for that. She will paw the cone and knock it down. And then move to the other cone and knock it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Avery to come out and help me sort thing out for sure! In the meantime on Friday we did go out and do the entire Fisher Cat Trail. Out about 1/2 hour. At one point Cici was shaking her head and I asked Vivian to stop and take a look. Was there a bug on her face or was she annoyed that I would not let her eat the grass? Definitely the latter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly getting more comfortable and confident out on the trails. Cici seems to be willing to listen to me. Maybe we are on our way with our mounted partnership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-4915840784649088666?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4915840784649088666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=4915840784649088666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4915840784649088666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/4915840784649088666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-5516219974760045489</id><published>2010-06-13T14:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:11:59.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#14 Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TBUqKuVigcI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZEBLdiSqC5g/s1600/Cici-and-tarp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TBUqKuVigcI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZEBLdiSqC5g/s320/Cici-and-tarp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482334485118878146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had  pulled the tarp and ball out for playing. Cici rolled and kicked the  ball along until we got to the tarp. She then nosed the tarp and started really playing with it. She nosed it some more and then lipped it. Finally she grabbed a fold in her mouth and lifted the tarp up!   She'd let go and then look at me and then do it  again. She lifted her head all the way up and even shook the tarp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is  this her LBE coming out? This mouthiness? I have never seen her do anything like this before. I love her exploring and offering new things. Yippee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She next pawed the tarp into a small bundle underneath herself and then stepped over the bunched up tarp. I was holding my breath as when she scrunched it up it was getting wrapped around her hoof. But she didn't seem to care. She is very into using her hoofs right now to moving things - ball, or step on things - tarp, cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary has this enormous pedestal. I wish it was smaller, but maybe if she can help me haul it out into the ring I can see what Cici thinks of it. It is probably over her knees in height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the tarp fun, it seems almost anti climatic that today we finally did our 14th ride and went out on the trails with Vivian and Georgie. I used lots of change of directions early on and got her focused and listening. When saddled she was quiet and easily walk trot and cantered, both directions on line. What a difference a day makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode with shortened reins as I didn't want to get into a grass eating battle with her. So of course she went for the branches and leaves up in the air. She was really very very good. At one point she grabbed a downed branch with leaves. The branch stem was long and I was worried it was caught in her bit as she was shaking her head. So I jumped off, helped it out of her mouth and then remounted from an old Jeepers mounting block (read rock) out on the trail! Cici stood absolutely still the entire time. And it was an ungraceful dismount (forgot I was in Western saddle) and an ungraceful mount (just me, rushing and worrying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was fine on the trails. I felt my tension come and go. When I was relaxed I could get on my balance point and really feel the saddle. When I was tense I could feel how I rock forward on my seat bones. Not a good thing. But Cici seemed to deal with me calmly. Thank you sweet girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-5516219974760045489?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5516219974760045489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=5516219974760045489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5516219974760045489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/5516219974760045489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/14-finally.html' title='#14 Finally'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OELZzniLJg/TBUqKuVigcI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZEBLdiSqC5g/s72-c/Cici-and-tarp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-867451958060518800</id><published>2010-06-12T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:53:01.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Offering</title><content type='html'>Cici is offering things I'm not asking for. Hmmm how interesting. We've been playing with the ball and her putting her nose on it and kicking it. Today I had the tarp crumpled and in a pile on the ground. I walked her over to it and she put her nose on the tarp, okay she has done this before, but now she is rubbing her nose on the tarp and then she took a piece of tarp in her mouth and lifted it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been playing with figure 8s on the ground around two cones. Today around one cone then she walked over to the other one and lifted her leg - she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do - guess she was thinking kick the ball - so she finally put her foot on the base of the cone. If only I had thought to ask her to do this LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting lots of licking and chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this nice quiet focused work I played with the circle game on the ground and then saddled her and played again. When I asked for canter I got NO! and then a buck. When she did canter and I asked for her to maintain it I got NO! and buck. I was planning on going out for a trail ride with Vivian. I'm now reconsidering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played with lots of change of direction on the circle. Finally got her listening to me and thinking. But I noticed something she was doing that is different - when I asked her to back up she would and then put her head all the say down to the ground and look at me only with her left eye. Wondering what that is about. I waited for blinking and took this as okay to send. This is were I was getting those NO!s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the changes of direction she was certainly listening, but noticed that now she was being reactive to things - like flicking the lead, moving the carrot stick. Decided to hand walk her, with saddle on, while Vivian rode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course after being out on the trails for a few minutes I was thinking darn should have brought my helmet and put her bridle on. She was quiet and listening and focused on me and not giving me any problems re eating grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our walk was over and I flicked the lead at her she barely raised her head. But I'm feeling good about honoring my feelings that she was not ready to be ridden. She wasn't at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think she is really ready to go back out to the trails. The LBI is tired of being inside. Ahhhh, yesterday we played in the outside ring. And today was back to the indoor. And she was thinking she was going to be stuck in the indoor. And probably hence the tantrum. Okay if its not raining tomorrow we'll go out on the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing. I sure helps me process what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-867451958060518800?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/867451958060518800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=867451958060518800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/867451958060518800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/867451958060518800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/offering.html' title='Offering'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-2123117315709189807</id><published>2010-06-09T14:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:41:36.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>Thought I was going to go out with Vivian for a short trail ride. But she had something come up. So we played kick/nose ball, sideways, as well as backing along the wall from zone 5. I put the 22" line on and WoW! She just keeps taking one slow careful step after another going backwards when I'm behind her. Realized there is the pull from the line, so I even put it on the ground and get a couple more steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is using the backing along the wall as an evasion. Because it happens when I ask her for sideways to the left. She will just position herself along the wall. Butt and nose same distance from wall. So I step back and then she floats back with me. I am taking what she offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling a bit with my send. Yes I am not effective there. So she will go out but come in quickly. Again taking what she offers. And we get to practice a lot more backing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put her saddle on and play with circling game, she is like okay I know the routine. Walk, trot, canter and I'm done - she turns into me. I thank her and then back her up and send her again. She is ready when she comes in to back and go out the in other direction! Walk trot canter and back in to me. I send her out again, try and get 3 to 5 laps. She will now canter with the belly of the rope on the ground! Especially under saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding - asked for lateral flexion both sides. Bit of initial resistance but then she yielded and stayed when I released. All these little pieces are coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yawns - get a major yawning event each time 5 to 10 minutes into the ride. Hmmm how interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-2123117315709189807?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2123117315709189807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=2123117315709189807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2123117315709189807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/2123117315709189807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-1615918536744251040</id><published>2010-06-08T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:25:54.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>I recently read a suggestion to put honey or molasses on the bit to make bridling a pleasurable experience for the horse. Something they look forward to and will reach for the bit. So I bought one of those small squeeze honey bears. Put just a couple of dots on Cici's bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I saddled her I thought, hmmm I hope she likes honey. So I touched my finger to the dots and offered it to her. She sniffed my finger and went into that frantic sugar mode! That gimme gimme gimme. That demanding, head butting more more more. She didn't even lick the honey off my finger,just one little sniff and got very insistent. Oops! Then I remembered Margaret saying sugar was not a good thing for her! I wiped the honey off the bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to offering her one of the hay stretcher treats I use when I bridle her. She likes them. They don't have sugar in them so I do not get the frantic reaction. Just the oh that was nice can I have another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back it is amazing how just the smell seemed to trigger such a strong reaction. Holy Cow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-1615918536744251040?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1615918536744251040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=1615918536744251040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1615918536744251040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/1615918536744251040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6727831553754159811</id><published>2010-06-07T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:20:19.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>Kick the ball is really progressing. Cici is very nose focused on it. Will stand still in front of ball and rest her nose deep into the ball. Then she likes to flick it off to the side. If I can get her moving in the direction of the ball I have now gotten 3 kick steps fairly consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sideways along the wall to her left is a struggle. She is lining up with the wall, giving me her butt. So I'm backing her from the very end of the 12' line. Hmmm may try the 22 tomorrow! She is also harder to send out on the circle to the left. Thinking its Steve Katz time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her mouth, noseband area and browband area energy treatments before putting on the bridle. She was soft and listening. Had one time of bracing, but she yielded quickly and licked and chewed. I'm feeling better and better about riding again. Getting the feel of the western saddle too. Three more rides and then I think I will be ready for a trail ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian is after me for this weekend. I think I can just make it. She is being very patient and sweet. Said we would go out for the short loop. That I can get off at anytime. But that I needed to get back out on the trails with Cici....and her and Georgie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6727831553754159811?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6727831553754159811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6727831553754159811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6727831553754159811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6727831553754159811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060789477023559113.post-6127868152172368203</id><published>2010-06-06T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:42:10.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick the ball</title><content type='html'>It is so humid its raining today LOL. Cici is soaked so I decide to just play on the ground. Hard to let go of the day counting. But I feel we both need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a little yesterday with kick the ball. First placed it in front of her and asked her to walk forward and move the ball. Amazing how supple she can be when she wants to avoid the ball in front of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building on yesterday's work as soon as we walked into the indoor I walked her over to the ball. She touched it with her nose and then looked at me - treat? I asked her to kick it with her knee as she walked forward. She did! Walked her back to where it rolled to and asked again. She was soft and focused and I could just slightly wiggle the rope for her to back up and reposition herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not yet getting the follow the ball concept yet. She did kick it twice in a row when the ball rolled in a straight line in front of her. The third step? She reached down with her nose and pushed it OUT OF THE WAY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had checked the Savvy Vault for backing and sideways. Saw Linda's piece on making an L of your arms and walking along the fence. Tried it with Cici today. Going to her right (I'm at her left) she is moving very nicely. 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Oops. I gently wiggled the rope and she did a nice soft back up with me way beyond Zone 5, at the very end of the 12" rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is offering things that she has never before done. Yippee. So I took it. Had 5, 6, 7 steps back from Zone 5 with rope on right side of her body. How amazing is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9060789477023559113-6127868152172368203?l=parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6127868152172368203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9060789477023559113&amp;postID=6127868152172368203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6127868152172368203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9060789477023559113/posts/default/6127868152172368203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parellilevel2journey.blogspot.com/2010/06/kick-ball.html' title='Kick the ball'/><author><name>JMG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844563223203004641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
