Today’s lessons were Intro to Jolly Ball Mega #3, and Roadtrip #2. All was going swimmingly to begin with. He started playing with the Jolly Ball a little; pulling at the cover with his teeth, pushing with his nose, and so on. After ten or fifteen minutes of that, we went for a walk.
The barn has a double driveway; my plan was to walk down it, across, and up the other side. We only got halfway down the driveway last time; he was starting to get a little squirrely and whale-eyed, so we stopped and I let him eat a little grass before heading back. In training terms, I like to always keep him “sub-threshhold” when we’re working on things like this. Once he reacts, my energy has to be devoted to calming him, and he’s less likely to learn.
Today, we headed down the entirety of the driveway with no nervousness whatsoever. In fact, he let out a couple of happy sighs and nuzzled me from time to time. Awesome. Then we headed the short distance along the road to the other driveway. He was doing so well that I decided to head down the road a little more. There’s a nice ten foot wide (or so) strip of lawn that runs alongside the pasture fence for a while down the road, and I thought we’d get a little more road work done. He doesn’t react to cars in the barn area, so I thought it was time to see if we could do a little work away from the barn. The road the barn is on is quiet, with only the occasional car (most of whom slow down near the farms), so it works well for this purpose.
Enter the minis. Across the street from the farm, the neighbor has two minis, a Shetland, and a donkey. The two minis both have grazing muzzles on (they’re a little round). The little bay mini, spotting Jax, came tearing around the corner, shoving her head through the fence and whinnying to say hello.
Apparently, to Jax, it looked like Hannibal Lechter in miniature horse form was coming through the fence to eat his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti (ffthfffthffthffthffthp).
So much for sub-threshhold. And so, as the mini was running around in celebratory circles, bucking and jumping, Jax decided that the solution lay in going through me. Why he chose that direction, I’m not sure, but he did. I think he may have been trying to turn me around and head me back towards the barn (HOLY CRAP MOM – WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!). I pushed him back to a respectful distance, and he settled a bit, nostrils flaring for a minute or two. Just as he was about to go back to eating grass, the other three showed up, and Anthony (the donkey) let loose with a lovely blast of inimitable donkey sounds.
(THAT’S IT – WE’RE OUTTA HERE!!!) Jax went around me a couple of times, and then once again tried to either herd me back towards the barn, or go through me. Not really sure which. Anyway, I succeeded in pushing him back and turning him in a circle, but that “pop” I heard and felt was my thumb.
Taking a quick inventory, I decided it wasn’t broken, so I calmed Jax and after about half a minute we started up the driveway for a short distance, where he could watch the minis and the donkey a little further from the road. He tried to shove me back towards the barn a couple more times (SERIOUSLY, MOM – THAT DUDE’S WEIRD), and then gave up. He went back to eating grass soon as it was determined that the mini was not, in fact, a cannibal, and Anthony the donkey was not a weanling-eating alien.
The trip back up to the barn was uneventful except for the growing pain in my thumb, and Jax was settled back in his stall. Picked up his feet well tonight with no kicky behavior, took some treats, and we called it a night.
And here I sit, ice on my most likely sprained thumb. Oh, well, no big. All in all, it actually went pretty well, Even spooked, he wasn’t completely out of control and calmed fairly quickly. He reacted well to my voice and touch, and the only casualty was my thumb.
Freaky small horse critters – 1. Thumb – 0.