Crossing the River

 Crossing the River

I hadn't tried crossing the river with Trifecta since the day that he didn't want to go up the river bank.  We spent our time practicing the hill.  It has been really interesting doing the hill with him.  He wasn't very coordinated on the early rides.  I guess going up steep slopes with me on his back made him awkward.  For the most part, he would rush wherever it was steep.  

One day, Ellen, who has been walking with us, got the idea to tell him to put his head down when going up the steeper slopes.  He had been going up with his head way up in the air like an Alpaca.  As we walked up the hill, Ellen stooped over and pointed to the ground with both her hands.  My genius baby figured out right away what she wanted and put his head down.  I immediately felt him re-balance himself.  He went up slower and used his hindquarters--it was awesome!  Ellen continued to do that for the next few rides, and he followed her lead.  He now understands that it is an easier way to travel up a steep slope.  

We accidentally found out a way to slow him down when he goes downhill.  One ride, Ellen just started petting his neck, and he didn't want to walk fast and leave her.  We did that for several rides and it helped him learn to get control of his legs.  He can now walk down the steep sections on his own much better--though there is still room for improvement. 

We have added a new hill game that we call "Demoralization."  That is where we do more than one trip.  I don't think it demoralizes him at all, but the first time we did it, he was very confused.  He refused to go back down.  I didn't make a big deal about it.  I just kept gently asking him to walk.   When he did, I clicked and treated him.  I asked him again and he readily took some steps forward--and I clicked again.  After that, we just walked down the hill.  He did go slower and more relaxed on his second trip.  Each time we play this game, we go up the hill a little further before turning around.  

Finally, after demoralization, Ellen suggested I try crossing again.  Remember the last time when we crossed and he decided he didn't want to go up the river bank?  Well, since we had the time and he was doing so well, I decided to give it a try.  I would be solo since the water was too cold for Ellen to cross and there was no one on the other side to meet him.

I rode down to the river and let him look at the water.  He went to take a drink, but grabbed a fallen leaf instead.  After that, he just wanted to catch leaves.  (I have been having a lot of trouble with Cole trying to catch the leaves as they float down the river, too.)  I wouldn't let him put his head back down.  We just stood by the water's edge.  After about a minute, he decided to cross.  He carefully crossed to the other side.  I pointed him up the river bank--not knowing what he would do--and he walked right up.  I told him how wonderful he was, and we walked down the trail.  I could hear Ellen yelling to us to not go to far.  I sighed.  She was right.  We went a very short distance when I stopped him.  His head was way up in the air, and I could hear his breathing--he was very excited.  We turned around and headed back to the river.  He calmed down because he knew where he was going.

My biggest worry about the whole adventure was that he would rush down the river bank and charge into the water.  I used to have trouble with Cole in the early days.  I stopped him at the top to let him assess the situation.  I then asked him to walk down.  He did go on the faster side, but it wasn't bad.  When we got to the water, he stepped in calmly and we went right across.

I pointed him towards Ellen, and he got all happy!  These next photos show him going towards her while she was taking the pictures.

We are both smiling!

By the way, you can see the cool piece of tack on his neck.  Ellen got it for me for my birthday from our favorite tack supplier, Two Horse Tack.  It is a biothane lead rope that goes around his neck and hooks to his bridle.  If I need a lead rope, I can just unhook it from his neck.  She also got me an attachment for my bridle that goes from the throat latch to the nose band to convert it into a halter bridle--and that is where his lead rope hooks to.  

We continued up the hill.  Our last challenge was to pass a couple of friends with their horses.  My biggest problem with Trifecta is he is so friendly that he wants to visit all the people and horses he sees.  He did really well with that, too.  

He really has been such a joy.  Oh, and I measured him.  He has reached 14.2 and 1/2!  He is officially taller than Cole.