Grace

Today, the world is one fine horse less. The loss is significant and overwhelming to those of us who knew him.

Yesterday, Sammie lost his last battle. He fought to stay, calmly and with courage, and when the time came to declare surrender, he tried to prepare those of us who loved him. He knew before we did.

Today, the world is smaller and less beautiful.

We'll never forget you, Sammie, and all you taught us. God bless, orange monkey.

Intention

I had a change of plan today. I was going to ride in the school but as it was a nice day I decided today was the day we'd see if Sammie fancied venturing out alone. What was interesting is that my intention was most definitely there. I planned to get on and up my energy big time. So I started to build the energy while I was tacking him up.

Bearing in mind Sammie really does not like going out on his own at all and can plant for England when the mood takes him and the fact that his field mates were in the barn (which is normally enough for him to decide it's not such a good idea), I was setting myself quite a challenge.

I refuse to beat and kick him like some people do when the horse won't budge. People might think me soft and him stubborn, but whilst I'll give him a wee tap I positvely refuse to get into a beating match that I've seen so often. We haven't been out on our own for ages. I won't go to the Common on my own (it would take some time to be found if you came off) and this has meant that we haven't had to go out on our own.

So I got on and really whizzed up the energy in my body and voice, poor Sammie didn't have time to think he just shot off. I had no rein contact at all. He went trotting off away from the barn, down between the scary houses, past the scary geese in a very forward frame of mind with me praising him to the hilt. My aim was to get to the pond field and ride him there. We made it. I halted and gave him a big treat before setting to work.

Then I had one of my "I wonder?" thoughts. After riding for about 20 minutes I contemplated going back out of the gate and turning left away from the yard instead of straight over. I built up the energy again, we trotted out and kept trotting. YM was coming up the lane on another horse (normally a planting moment for Sammie if he sees a horse he knows), I said I couldn't stop and just kept going. I hadn't thought where to go when we got to the end of the lane, but quickly decided to go up round the fields behind the showjumpers' place.

And Sammie just kept on trotting. We had a bit of a walk then another trot followed by a small canter up a hill. Then we strolled home and Sammie had a snack of Hawthorn on the way which seems to be particularly tasty at this time of year.

Now I don't know if all this was because we hadn't done it for a while and he was in shock (although he didn't seem particularly stressed) or whether it was my intention and energy or of course a mixture of the two. I think it also helped that nobody else was around to 'help'.

No doubt we'll have our planting days again and I would never push him and get him into a state. I'm certainly not going to whip and boot him either. We'll just have to see how it goes.

I really did try and banish all doubt from my mind as well so maybe that helped. Maybe it was just that Sammie was having a good day; I don't know. All I do know is that he was a very brave boy today and he got heaps of praise (and an apple!).

Woop, woop!

Here comes a gush! (There hasn't been one for some time so you can forgive me!)

Sammie was like a bullfighting horse today in our lesson - RI really does make lessons so much fun. And my goodness, I never imagined Sammie could move like that in canter with me on his back.

We started off working on rein back to trot. Not easy for me to get Sammie to understand what I was after (my fault not his of course) but he got the hang of it eventually. Then we did some shoulder in on a circle. When RI asked me to do it I thought, "Uh oh, I'm not even sure I can remember, let alone do it." But we did it pretty successfully with RI saying there was not a lot wrong with it at all.

Then we tried something completely different. I guess it's a form of seat and body training really, but it was great fun and the results were pretty impressive. She tied up my snaffle rein (very loosely) so I just had the curb rein which I had to hold in my left hand keeping it looped (no pressure at all). Then with my right hand I had to hold a stick right out pointing to the imaginary centre of a circle. We tried it in trot first - bit dodgy on the old steering front but it really makes you think of what you're doing with your body if you want to keep your horse pretty collected at the same time as you don't have the reins at all apart from moving them from side to side - not back, not up, not tight at all. We had to do that on both reins but you always hold the reins in the left hand when you're riding with one hand (never knew that) so on the left rein I had to bring the stick across my body.

Typically, once we'd got a pretty good hang of that on a very small circle, RI wanted it done in canter - gulp!! And it has to be a slow collected canter to stand a chance of staying on a small circle. But we did it and it was the most fantastic feeling! Better on the left rein than the right, but brilliant all the same. Sammie's canter was practically on the spot, so careful, so slow and so powerful.

It really was like those bullfighting horses (not that I like that so called 'sport' at all) but I was thinking more of the way the horses move their bodies with so much collection and control. Ok, we're no where near that, but I never ever thought we'd be able to do something like that and in canter! Sammie was so light in the hand and my body had to work so hard. I never had to push him on at all, he just stayed in this canter once I'd popped him into it.

RI trains like this all the while with a much longer pole. She said it's fun (which it is) but it makes you use your seat and your body as that's all you've got really. If the pace quickens and you want to slow you just do a gentle tweak with your index finger. I felt like a Queen sitting up there and I was so, so proud of Sammie. He really gave it a go and put up with all my messing up.

What a horse! RI thought he was brilliant and gave him a chocolate rice crispie treat. We haven't had a lesson for months, but he gave it his all and he looks so good when he does it. He also had some liquorice when we got back to the yard.

I asked her what she thought about his weight. She said she was expecting a lot worse. She said he's carrying a wee bit, but now he's getting his regular exercise she thought he'd be fine. I mentioned that he never used to have this problem, but she said that for one he's happier (no stressing weight off), two he's a big lad anyway and three his body has adjusted to regular exercise so when he doesn't get that, some extra weight will be the result.

When I put him out again I let him off the headcollar at the bottom gate and he took off in canter up to his field and waited for me to let him in. He makes me feel so proud - not in an arrogant way, but just that he's managed to come through all the horrible stuff with such a great attitude. He's got such a big heart, I just wish I'd had him from a foal. I know it's not a lot by some people's standards but as RI said just the fact that he comes into the school ready and willing to give things a go is fantastic.

Sammie shiny

I had a lovely day pootling around in the mild weather and sunshine. It was Sammie spring clean day - tail and mane wash and a good old rubbing down. Cleaned his hooves with Borax and filed his hinds down a bit more too. He wasn't too impressed but was happy enough to chew on a haynet during the proceedings. Then we went into the school to do some ridden stuff.

He offered up a bit of Spanish Stamp Trot; only a couple of strides but it definitely happened. His head went lower and lower ('cos he has to look what at what he's doing down there!) and then he produced a couple. Makes me laugh every time. I only have to say "Good Boy" and he comes to an abrupt halt expecting a treat.

I've also been talking to a company that make bespoke equine supplements for a whole variety of conditions. I'd heard good reports of them from a variety of sources and I'd been meaning to phone for ages about something for Sammie's fear/lack of confidence etc. The man I spoke to described Sammie to a T - hates being on his own, will react dramatically if pushed too far, nervous, lacking confidence etc.

He said there's no magic solution and what he suggests might not work, but he recommended putting him on a very basic supplement as part of a diagnostic process. It contains Valerian and Mag Chloride and something else that I can't remember. He's just sending a litre to start with and wants me to report back in 14 days after 2 x 25mil shots a day. Sammie's reaction or non-reaction to it will be useful as part of trying to work something out for him. No promises, but you could tell he had an awful lot of knowledge and was very honest about what was achievable. We agreed that some things are so hard wired into a horse's memory that nothing will shift it, but it's worth a try.

Might not work and I know Sammie is a hard nut to crack, but even if it helped him a little bit it would be worth it. He's so much better now, but I often worry about how he must feel sometimes. I know he's happy in his own way but he does fret and worry over things that others don't give a second thought.

Starry, starry night...

Sammie was giving the Spanish Stomp Trot a really good go today. He tries so hard. I can virtually see his brain ticking over thinking, "I'll give it a go. I'll give it a go. Ooh ooh here I go!"

He really is getting the hang of it and doing more and more steps, and if I catch him when he is starting to lose it, I can push him out of it into a normal trot rather than grinding to a halt. This really is Sammie's thing and who am I to stop him?

It was just getting dark as we were finishing and as nobody else around I took all his kit off and let him have a roam and a roll. Then we just stood by the fence together gazing out into the distance, watching the stars and listening to the start of the nighttime noises.

He was such a good boy when I worked on his hind hooves afterwards. Very relaxed and paid attention when I let out the odd growl when he was being silly. They're still looking ok to me and I noticed that he's getting that calloused bit around the edge of the sole (before the sole starts dipping a bit. I'm thinking more and more about getting those fronts off - maybe around March/April time.

He's finally started to lose some of his furry coat as well that means we're going to be keeping the birds very happy soon with lots of soft stuff for their nests.

Wild pony alert!

Sammie was shocked to a standstill today when we came pretty close to the wild ponies out on our hack. Tiny little things - Exmoors I think, but to Sammie they were just plain odd. We were out with Sammie's friend, the youngster, and they both stood studying the scene before them intently without an inch between them - very up close and personal, bundled together like sardines in a tin.

There was much flaring of nostrils, sniffing out the scent and they'd occasionally turn their heads to each other to check out what they were making of this situation. Then one of the wild ones moved off - high heads for youngster and Sammie as they both took one step back together and jammed themselves even more firmly against a convenient war monument that had hitherto been scary, but was now nothing compared to these strange creatures before them.

Eventually they both reluctantly agreed to move on, but then Sammie became transfixed by a dalmatian running about on a slope to his left. We took a few steps, stopped, stared intently, moved on when gently encouraged and then went through the whole thing again until the dalmatian was out of sight. Normally he doesn't bother about dogs but maybe he'd never seen a dalmatian before.

Fox trot

I rode Sammie in the school today. It was the first time in over a week so I wasn't expecting much from either of us (especially me!) Wrong attitude I know, but you have to be realistic every now and again!

We were doing ok(ish) until a rather bold fox decided to pay us a visit. He entered the school at A and proceeded to wander around without a care in the world. Sammie was a little startled and did his snaky neck thing. When we went into canter the fox made a sharp exit only to reappear when we went back to trot and then hung around for the rest of our session dodging in and out. Not helpful!

The most noticeable improvement was the Spanish Stamp under saddle. Sammie has developed it somewhat and we went forward for more steps than we had before. He still does it with the low head and determined attitude, of course. He is a funny boy and I just love the sound of those hooves hitting the deck with a big old plonk!

We kept it short and sweet and then it was back to the yard for supper, hay and sleep.

Frosty the unwelcome snowman

We've still got the snow. It's melted a bit, but the fields and the outside yard are still covered and it's getting more slippery by the day. We had a mixture of more snow with a wee bit of sleet thrown in today. I hope the sun does a bit of a job on it tomorrow, but not so sure with such cold temperatures.

I took Sammie for a walk today. I didn't feel at all safe. I think he sensed that he really shouldn't pull me around in any way otherwise there would have been one almighty splat! So we both moved along very gingerly with Sammie sniffing for any available green stuff along the way. He had a big shock when he came across the yard snowman - he really couldn't work out what the heck it was so just stood there snorting at it from a distance.

The horses are going out for shorter times at the moment because after a few hours they're all waiting by the gate begging to be let in for some hay. They snuffle about out there and get what they can, but there's really not much to be had at all.

Gee Whiz!

Over a foot of snow!? In Surrey? Unheard of!

Poor YM was stranded miles away (her car couldn't cope with the journey) so I made it up to the yard to meet with others who had offered to help out with the barn. Got the horses all sorted with breakfast and hay and then brought in the two live outs who were covered in icicles, poor mites! One old mare, who never wants to come in, virtually put the headcollar on herself. They have huge bales of haylage out there, but they wanted some comfort I think. They didn't take long to defrost once they were in and I think they're staying in tonight as they are both pretty old.

Sammie of course thought the whole world had gone quite mad. He's been out in this sort of stuff when he lived out in Gloucestershire, but you would have thought he'd never seen anything like it in his life. Much snorting and lowering of the head went on and every little movement made him jump - including a sparrow.

We got mucked out and then YM (who arrived late through devotion and hitched rides) needed to go and check on her foalie with the live out herd, so we drove up there as far as I could get, gave them all a feed and checked all their feet. Then I finished off Sammie and drove home before the ice really set in; even the best of cars can't cope with ice rinks.

I did take Sammie out for a little walk and he came back on stilts of snows on the fronts. He looked most disconcerted by it! Another reason to go barefoot - his hinds were fine.

It did look beautiful though - perfect powdery snow. It's just a bit of a pain when you're trying to get work done, and it freezes your feet off if you're wearing wellies.

Spanish Trot? Ai Carumba!

We got a wee bit wet today. Not a pleasant day at all and I didn't even really feel like having a lesson to be honest.

But it was lovely to see our RI again and once we got going my mind was on the job. Sammie was such a good boy considering the conditions weren't exactly favourable.

I think I have finally mastered shoulder in. I watched a bit of another lesson first and I think things began to click a bit more. It's certainly not fluid but we're doing the right moves. Well, Sammie can do them anyway, it's just me that needs to get my brain in gear, but I did have a lightbulb moment so it's something I can really practice with confidence now as I have it all very clear in my head.

As we were doing the lateral work Sammie decided to throw in a few Spanish Stamps for good measure - I had a sense it was going to happen. RI was delighted! "He's walking and doing it!" she exclaimed. She was laughing at the determined stamps and towards the end of the lesson she walked alongside us to try and get him to lift higher. She also got me to put my feet really forward and sort of walk with my feet to encourage each leg up.

I was so pleased Sammie got to show of his new trick and the look on RI's face when he suddenly did it was a picture. But RI being a brilliant RI, she said "Oooh I think we can work on that and get him to lift those legs higher!" I said it wasn't Spanish Walk as such and she said it was, it's just a work in progress. Apparently getting them to understand that they can walk forwards whilst lifting the front legs to any degree is one of the hardest parts. What a clever boy he is!

After that the trot was lovely, so light and bendy - I just love that feeling. RI said that generally he was looking a lot lighter and when I told her what I'd been doing on the long lines she agreed that it was really helping him. So Spanish Stamping does the trick! Oh and apparently there is such a thing as Spanish Trot - so obviously Sammie knows a lot more than me.

We also worked on my sitting trot a bit more and keeping my elbows relaxed. I think lots of changes of direction helps as it stops you fixing your position if that makes sense. But it's another thing I know I've got to look out for now, because as soon as I relax my elbows, my wrists relax more and so does Sammie. Small tweaks but they really do make a huge difference.

We didn't do any cantering as the surface wasn't brilliant and we both thought that Sammie had given more than enough.

He got a chocolate crispy thing as a reward and enjoyed it immensely. I think part of the reason the horses seem to do so well with RI is because of her enthusiasm. She is so quick to give them heaps of praise (stroking and lots of kind, praising words) when they do something well, I reckon they find it quite infectious, it seems to make them want to try. I can feel it from RI, so I'm sure they can.

So all went well and I have some more stuff to work on. I just have to learn to relax my seat more with that shoulder in, but it's so difficult when each hand, leg and seatbone are doing different things. I never used to like to try it without RI there in case I got it wrong, but now it's straighter in my head I think I can get on with it and like the SS, it's a great exercuse for suppleness.

Riding the Stamp!

I managed to ride Sammie in the school today managed to coax him into Spanish Stamp with me on his back! I collected him up a bit, said "Up, Up", sort of jogged him along with alternate legs and off he went. He got a big treat and we set off again. The only problem was that he tried his trick of doing it in trot as well, which felt very odd! It was only towards the end of our session that the "I wonder" thought crossed my mind.

What a clever boy he is!

Speed merchant

Our RI was back today! Watched two lessons and then enter Sammie! Sammie at a fast pony club trot. Sammie who can't possibly walk. Sammie who has to trot and bounce everywhere. Sammie who raced up the school towards RI and stuck his head in the cooler bag to find the treats. He most definitely had the wind up his bottom.

He was very funny, but I did feel as if I was sitting on a sewing machine at times. Eventually I managed to get a wee bit of his attention and then we started working on changing direction and generally moving him around to get him focused a bit.

We were a bit rusty so we worked on the walk and the trot, getting the aids more subtle again. By the end I didn't have to do anything with my legs, he trotted if I lifted the front of my pelvis up a bit - 'taking the handbrake off' our RI calls that. Then we worked on flexion and getting me straighter. By the end Sammie was Mr Bendy - any which way we chose to go. At the very end we did a bit of canter and it was so much lighter at the front. You just can't rush these things or force them but when you've got it, you really feel that you've got it.

Samwise the Brave

The day was spent riding Sammie out for walk and a wee trot on some soft ground with a friend and her young horse. Sammie was so brave!! Youngster had near heart failure when he saw the resident mini Shetland in one of the fields we were walking around and made an about-face turn. We were going away from home but I pushed Sammie on and he led the way.Then the shetland started trotting and freaked youngster out completely. He shot past Sammie (who I just about managed to stop) and then realised Sammie wasn't following and stopped.

Then we came across the big cow field - a big no,no for the young one! He planted and started to panic a bit. My friend got off at that point (very sensibly) and once again, even though we were going away from home and his young companion had shown fear, I pushed Sammie on and he just forged ahead. In fact the main thing Sammie was worried about were the frosty bushes and fences - I think he thought they looked very odd! Normally if another horse shows a lot of fear Sammie starts to think it's not safe either, but yesterday there was nothing of the sort.I have a feeling it's because our companion was young and not a dominant horse. They get on really well actually and Sammie was more than happy to take the lead.

So all in all it was a pretty amusing ride, but I was delighted with Sammie. He even led off the yard when we set off, when usually he wants to stick in behind the other horse if he can. Maybe it was the younger, less dominant horse thing or maybe his confidence is going through a growth spurt again. Whatever it was, he did very well.

He was fine with the farrier today as well. Walked straight up to him, pulled a face and accepted the apple that was offered up in greeting. For perfection I need to roll the hind hooves back a bit more and keep the white line a little tighter. Farrier said there are no problems and a normal farrier wouldn't see anything wrong with them, but for him there is room for a bit of improvement. He sold me a new sharper rasp as he trusts me with one now! I had a go with it later on and it did make the job quite a bit easier. Fronts were fine and to be honest, after the initial, "What do you think you're doing!" behaviour, Sammie didn't look as if he could give two hoots.

Going for the gusto

I managed to long line Sammie today. The school wasn't too bad at all - sufficient for a bit of walk and trotting (plus a small unscheduled canter by the Soldier) Bless him, he was working so hard at his Spanish Stamp today. It seems I don't have to be in a special position anymore, he'll do it right out on the circle. He really had a good go at it in trot today as well and I do believe he's managed to improve it a little bit.

It sure is an odd movement, but he seems to enjoy giving it a go until it all gets a bit out of sync and he comes to a standstill. I know it's a strange thing to do but I just love the fact that he's offering this stuff up with gusto! When he decided canter might be a good idea, it was on his right rein and it was the best one I've seen him do on this rein for a long time.

It just seems that when he's done the stamping business I don't need any rein pressure at all, he just holds himself and dances his way around me and I just need to encourage him forward by lifting the inside rein. Wonderful stuff. We weren't in there for long because he did so well, so we both went back to the yard happy.

The Soldier Dances

Not much was done today on the Sammie front today. The ground's so blimmin' hard and it's so, so cold. However I did take him for a quick walk and then went in the school to try out some of this Klaus Hemperwotsit stuff (author of "Dances with Horses"). I must admit I was quite surprised to find a lot of it worked.

It's all about exaggerating your body movements. Like bending at the hips (sort of semi crouching) to get them to move off immediately on a line with a huge loop in it (you're not allowed to use pressure at all) Then you do the same again but more exaggerated to get them to trot immediately etc. The idea is to get them to engage their back end, so they see you doing the equivalent and have to do the same to move off as soon as you do. His theory is that if you get them doing this on the ground, they're more likely to do it when you're on their back - it's all about total collection on a loose rein. The body movements become less and less as they get the hang of it and just move off with a subtle signal.

I also took some really mincy little shuffle type steps and Sammie matched the speed - not sure if that's in the book but it just came into my head. Then we did turns and circles and Sammie was so with me we got in a bit of a tangle at one point! I did get an idea of why this Klaus chap calls it "dancing". Sammie was really bending his body around me and seemed to be mirroring most things I did - even though his muzzle was practically in my ear at one stage! He also threw in some Spanish Stamp as well. It's all to do with the way you hold and use the lead rope as well. I did some sudden starting and stopping and he was with me the whole way. Interesting stuff. It reminded me how much I love doing groundwork as well and it's a long time since we've tried anything new.

Teachings of the Big Orange Boy

Some things will never change. I hate to say it, but it’s true…..

Sammie will always be wary of humans. It’s been a big part of his character from an early age. He’s definitely softened over the years and once he’s comfortable, he can give a great cuddle and show great signs of softness that bring tears to my eyes sometimes.

Sammie has a great fear of farriers. And he will not tolerate them touching his hind feet without being doped up to the eyeballs – and even then it’s not safe. We tried and tried and tried again with experts and the most patient farrier I could find, but Sammie just couldn’t deal with it. It was torture for him and painful for me to see and feel his fear and panic. It was also dangerous. Maybe a more skilled trainer would have overcome this problem, but I somehow doubt it. He’s come a long way but that was a step too far.

Sammie has a strong herd instinct. He lacks confidence (I’ve often been told this is a result of brutal weaning), so he takes great comfort in having his equine friends around him. Who can blame him? They’ve never let him down and they’ve never been cruel to him. He knows he can trust them and he feels safe with them. He’ll never be the bold, brave horse who will take on anything because he was taught to fear. He’s happiest in a group when he’s out in the big wide world and that’s the way it will stay I think.

Sammie will never be a show-jumper again. To this day he will avoid going over a pole at all costs. I’ve had some of the best people work with him on this and he will oblige occasionally, but he will still go round them if he possibly can. There is no willingness to take them on whatsoever. When I see the look in his eyes, I know it’s not important. I would love to rid him of this fear, but again I think it’s too deeply ingrained.

Sammie will always be sensitive. I know all horses are sensitive, but Sammie is very much at the upper end of the scale. You have to touch him in a certain way – firm not tickly. You have to be aware of where you’re touching him – some places are real no go areas until he knows you better. Some days he’s fine, other days he’s on high alert. These days a quick growl will put an end to it and he comes back to his senses. Once again, it’s an ingrained reaction, but one that is now easily dealt with.

Sammie anticipates the worst. History has taught him to be this way and it’s a hard habit to drop. When there’s something or someone new, he expects the worst to happen until he’s shown otherwise - which is a lot easier now than it used to be. He gives out his opinion loud and clear before anything has actually happened – just in case you might be a little unclear, which you never are with Sammie! He has an opinion on most things and if he finds it intrusive, upsetting, frightening or plain irritating, you are left with no doubt in your mind. One good thing about this is that he would never be an easy horse to steal!

Sammie has a heart of gold and a pair of big brown eyes to die for. I knew when I first saw him that he was not aggressive; his eyes said that he was scared and incredibly worried. After all the stuff that people had done to him, he still had a big enough heart to take me on and see if I was worth it. Hopefully I’ve proved that I am.

Some things do change. I love to say it, because it’s true...

Sammie has learnt not to live in fear all of the time. He doesn’t race to the back of his box and take up a defensive stance (and waving his back legs at you) when you walk in any more. He carries on eating, giving me a glance, but with no panic in his eyes. He’ll also come to the door when he hears my voice. I can go in, skip him out, change his rugs and give him a scratch and the most he’ll give me is a bit of face pulling when the rugs go on and if he waves a back leg (not to kick out, just a reaction), a gentle tap on the bottom or a growl calms things down again. There was a time when I wouldn’t have risked a gentle tap, but we have our own language now and it seems to work. I would never hurt him and I know he would never hurt me, but he does like me to know what he’s thinking so I always reply!

Sammie can learn to trust. He trusts me on most things, including his hind feet. It’s taken 5/6 years of hard work, time and patience but he constantly shows me that I have around 75/80% of his trust and I don’t believe any human gets 100% of a horse’s trust. This is a big thing for him. He still gives me grief with his face pulling and his opinions on things, but generally we rub along together.

Sammie is a one person horse. He didn’t used to care for people much at all, but he knows his person now and he responds. He knows me and he knows my voice. He might ignore me when he’s got something better to do, but he knows that I’m there for him. So he’s learnt that all humans are not bad and that really is quite something for Sammie.

Sammie can go forward without the use of spurs and whipping. He’s never going to be a hot horse (it’s not in his blood) but with the right coaxing and understanding, he goes forward very, very nicely and much to the amazement of our instructor. We’ve come a long way in this area over the last 18 months. I still remember that very first lesson we had with our new instructor and I was practically whooping with delight when I felt willingness beneath me. I could suddenly see how people, who said they knew what they were doing, had gradually closed him down over the years to the point when it was considered he needed spurs and whips – needless to say, it didn’t make a scrap of difference.

Sammie loves his food. He never used to eat that well at all – he was a bit like a child that pushes its food around the plate. I’d never had full control over what he was fed and I think the state of his mind also ruled his stomach. He never had the right muscling or condition and after his operation a few years back you could see his hip bones. Now he loves his food (maybe a little too much!) and gets so excited when he knows it’s on the way. He eats with gusto and pure enjoyment – even though the food hardly covers the bottom of the bowl. It’s all low sugar stuff but it gets the right vitamins and minerals into him.

Sammie can learn new tricks. He responds enthusiastically to clicker training which has opened up so many doors for us. He will touch scary objects knowing that he will get a click and a pony nut as a reward. I still remember the first time we tried it and the look on his face as he realised what was happening. I could see the message going in and his eyes showed me that he’d clearly understood it. After his operation we played endless games using clicker training. He even learnt to play football with a huge exercise ball – not bad for a horse with no confidence!

Sammie is great at long lining. When we first started, it was a disaster and I was like some crazed mad woman on the ground trying to get him to go forward with my body language alone. He would either not move at all or race off dragging me behind like some hapless water skier. Now he’s an absolute joy to long line and it’s proved to be one of the main things to help build up his muscles and get him going forward.

Sammie can be clipped without being doped up to the eyeballs. I don’t really like clipping, but his thick winter coat is just too much to deal with when he’s worked up a sweat. When I first knew him the Vet was always called in to knock him out. Over the last two years we’ve worked with a very quiet pair of clippers and this year he stood ground tied while I worked away. He could have run off but he didn’t budge. The only time he got a bit upset was around his sensitive areas but he just stamped his foot and turned to give me one of his long hard looks.

Sammie can win people’s hearts. When we first got together, Sammie was a horse to be avoided by the yard people. He was ‘difficult, stubborn, grumpy, ignorant’ – all the usual stuff you hear when a horse is not easy to handle and requires time and patience. I’m still shocked when I hear strangers say ‘Oh isn’t he lovely’, ‘He’s like a big teddy bear’, ‘He’s so handsome’ and even ‘What a pretty girl’ when they mistake his looks and behaviour for those of a chestnut mare. Sammie mostly takes it in good spirit but soon let’s them know when (and where) they’re not allowed to touch him and/or when he’s had enough of them.

Sammie has a willingness to learn. This includes ridden and ground work. The latest is his Spanish Stamp (Sammie’s version of the Spanish Walk) on the long lines. It was introduced to him some months ago by our instructor and although we didn’t do it at all regularly, he’s never forgotten it and will willingly offer it up with a great look of determination on his face. He can be a stubborn boy when he wants to be, so it’s great to see that he’s still willing to try. His funny walk might look odd (it just makes me laugh) but somebody said to me that I’d managed to communicate something new to him and that meant he was listening and he was willing. I guess that’s true.

Sammie has started to get into trouble and I love it! Sammie never used to risk playing around but over the last year he has done some things that I’ve never seen him do before. These are normal things for normal horses, but Sammie never wanted to draw attention to himself and had closed down this part of his character very firmly. During this last year he’s escaped from his stable (once with me hanging on to his tail because he still had his bridle on, so I was walked right out to the fields hanging on for dear life), he throws his headcollar across the barn when I’m around and he’s particularly annoyed about not getting attention, he’s broken the door guard across his stable door twice when he’s been arguing with his neighbour across the way, he has the odd day when he’ll play hard to catch in the field and rounds up the other two along the way and he knows that if he whuffles very sweetly he might just get an extra treat in his food bowl.

Sammie has led me to meet some wonderful people – from professionals through to new friends. I’m often not a great fan of the human race with its cruelty, bigotry and downright ignorance, but I am willing to listen and then make a judgement. The people I’ve been led to have shown Sammie the greatest respect, patience and understanding. They have big hearts and a great attitude to life and I feel very privileged to have met them. I’m also very aware that I wouldn’t have met them without Sammie during our search to find a better way of doing things.

Sammie has a great way of teaching me to hope, be brave, and go with my gut instinct. We’ve been through a lot together. In the first few years I was a coward and relented to those who had so called greater experience. Sometimes this was against my own gut instinct. Sammie taught me to go with what I think and feel and ignore those who prattle on behind me. It’s not an easy thing to do in the horse world where a lot of people think they know everything there is to know, holding up years of working with horses, competitive work and certificates as undeniable proof. But I’ve learnt that working with horses is an instinctive thing. You take advice from the experts you trust, but if your heart is disagreeing then you should listen to it.

For all the ups and downs, I wouldn’t be without Sammie. He’s not the easy, overly friendly, push button horse that people crave for and never will be. But when he gives you his trust and you look into those beautiful eyes, you know that he’s telling you that for a human, you’re not that bad at all.