Mirror Mirror

More than 3 years ago, I wrote about how my emotions were affecting the DragonMare and how she mirrored those back at me. She was definitely the type that would react to any stress being emitted in her direction. Frankie is an extremely different horse (the actual polar opposite of her in pretty much every way), and is almost entirely non-reactive to that kind of stimuli.

vs. Lady I can feel you vibrating and I cannot make myself care

This past weekend, he reminded me that he does still read me EXCEEDINGLY well. And don’t I feel foolish about it.

Because for a couple weeks now, I’ve basically been calling him a fat lazy sack of bones (very affectionately, of course). And so I’ve hopped on and expected a lazy sack of bones.

And what does he give me? A fat lazy sack of bones. Homeboy ain’t dumb, he knows this is his ticket to No-Worksville.

How do I know this is true?

Because this weekend, I was feeling particularly motivated to get a good workout in. I pulled out his figure-8 bridle with the leverage bit (we’ve been riding in his basic snaffle lately). I put my spurs back on. I grabbed my crop. I prepared to really talk him into working with me.

Jeepers crow he looks so handsome in his work-hard-uniform

And I didn’t have to. He was right there working hard with me from the moment I swung into the saddle.

Turns out my lazy horse was being lazy…because I was expecting (and allowing) him to be lazy. WOW THIS IS TOTALLY COMPLICATED ROCKET SCIENCE. Not.

As soon as I brought out his “work clothes” and actually rode instead of just passively sitting on him, he was right there. Prompt upwards transitions. Correct lateral work. Adjustable gaits. You know, all the things we’ve trained him to do over the past few years.

It may sound silly that I’m absolutely giddy about my well-trained horse acting like a well-trained horse, but I am. It affirms for me that slowing down is not ruining the work we’ve put into him. He’s not going to forget all of this just because we’re not jumping every week. We’ll have to do some bootcamp to get full fitness back, but he’s holding on to his know-how and will absolutely be ready for me when I’m ready.


As long as I don’t expect him to be a pokey pony. Because then he will 100% be a pokey pony.

9 thoughts on “Mirror Mirror

  1. KateRose 09/17/2018 / 1:43 pm

    Funny how they meet our expectations so often (whether they are high or low)! I’ve noticed lately that I really baby Henry and I expect Mystic to show up and work. For example, there was a random tractor parked in the arena. I hopped on Mystic and rode around it, she was fine. For some reason Henry got to spend a lot of time on the ground sniffing it and his expectations were lower for his ride because it was there. That kind of makes no sense XD


    • hellomylivia 09/18/2018 / 6:52 am

      My trainer always tells me that horses will tend to meet our expectations, for better or for worse. One of these days I’ll actually remember that and stop being so surprised!


  2. Stacie Seidman 09/17/2018 / 2:57 pm

    Frankie’s no dummy! I had no doubt he’d bring his A game when the time was right.
    And to be honest with you, the not reacting to our nervousness is what I love most about geldings. I think they kind of soothe us when we feel that way. I mean, not Jamp… but most geldings. He was a stallion too long to be my therapist I guess.


    • joy 09/17/2018 / 7:14 pm

      Sometimes rocket science epiphanies are so simple, we miss them. Loved this post and can relate oh-so-much! I need to follow suit with this mindset…and gonna do just that tomorrow!


      • hellomylivia 09/18/2018 / 6:54 am

        It’s the simplest ones that always get me!


    • hellomylivia 09/18/2018 / 6:54 am

      God bless the geldings- riding the DragonMare taught me a TON about managing and channeling my nerves and I certainly needed to learn those lessons, but Frankie just takes them out of consideration entirely. He’s just so good to me.


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