The barefoot friendly vet….

It doesn’t seem too much to ask for, a barefoot friendly vet. The perfect barefoot friendly vet doesn’t have to be a barefoot person, I would just love to find a barefoot friendly vet who is able to look at a barefoot horse objectively, without prejudice, and share our expectation that feet should work perfectly well without shoes. Then when the said feet aren’t working perfectly well, the barefoot friendly vet would help us to work out why the feet, and therefore the horse,  are not healthy, rather than recommending that we mask the problem by putting shoes on the imperfect hooves. 

On Monday evening we attended a fabulous equine lower limb dissection workshop. Campbell, the vet leading the evening,  is hugely knowledgeable and experienced, with an enquiring mind and a learning mind-set, and with a tangible love of horses and passion for their form and function. He delivered a detailed, entertaining and fascinating evening about the anatomy of the equine forelimb, spending lots of time on the hoof. It was absolutely amazing to feel, touch, prod and see the various layers of the hoof as they came apart, to actually see and feel and stroke the laminar tubules, to fondle the pedal bone and to see the navicular apparatus in its full detail.


The specimen feet were actually pretty good. It had been a shod horse and as such I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised. The foot had a thick, strong, spongy frog and a really good beefy digital cushion, certainly much better than any of my horses had in shoes, and even better than the frog in Paddy’s funny clubby forefoot now that he is a barefoot stomping around horse. Campbell gave the best verbal description of the shock absorption mechanism which the hoof provides that I have ever heard from a vet or a farrier. He really emphasised the crucial role of the frog and the digital cushion as well as the hoof wall flexing on impact.

I asked him how a metal horse shoe affected the shock absorption system- his reply was that good shoeing should not compromise this function at all.

Now I will say that if all horses were fortunate enough to have the robust feet that the dissected horse had in shoes then I might even agree with him! Although I do want to know how long the dissected horse had been in shoes, how old it was and whether it was regularly shod. Because the feet were so much better than the shod feet that I regularly see out and about, with closed, collapsed heels, atrophied frogs and weedy digital cushions.

Had Paddy’s feet looked that good in shoes I might never have embarked on my barefoot journey.

But Paddy had terrible feet in shoes, and the horse himself had become a danger to farriers, so I did start my barefoot journey, and started reading and questioning. And no matter what your views on barefoot versus shod I think there are two facts we can all agree on.

  • Iron shoes do not expand
  • Iron shoes are applied with the hoof off the ground so the hoof is not in its fully expanded state at the time when the rigid iron shoe is applied.

There are a couple of points which are obvious to me but apparently still open to debate

  • The barefoot horse loads the whole foot structure during locomotion, and so the whole hoof absorbs the shock, as Campbell described beautifully, the frog, the digital cushion, the sole, the wall, the capsule, and the blood in the capillary bed acts as a complete energy absorption system.
  • The shod horse loads the shoe and therefore the peripheral hoof wall during locomotion. Now I accept that the hoof wall is connected to everything else, but we have already established that iron does not expand and that the iron shoe is not set wide enough to allow maximum expansion, so even if some of the absorption function of the hoof is available to the horse in shoes, it must be compromised to some degree. Most importantly in my understanding, as the frog does not generally contact the ground in a shod horse, the back of the foot cannot work in the same manner in a shod horse.

Campbell had a lot of really sensible things to say on the conditioning of the horse, how they need road work and concussion to toughen up their tendons and increase their bone density, how all structures including the foot needed work to develop and to fulfil their potential.

But he does seem to believe that horses need shoes to work, especially in this country, where we don’t have the arid conditions that allow horses to develop good strong feet?

It wasn’t the time to mention track systems


Or the arid desert like conditions (NOT) on our field just a few miles down the road from Nantwich Equine vets.


It wasn’t quite the forum to mention hoof boots.

Or barefoot hunters, eventers and endurance horses, doing all the miles they can, barefoot or booted.

I did think I would love to have the opportunity to talk and ask questions and discuss stuff with him more.

And we are still struggling in the search for a barefoot friendly vet who would investigate poor hoof performance an an indicator of underlying metabolic or systemic problems rather than a local hoof problem to be solved by shoeing. 

Abscesses are a foot problem, yes. We had those, we had many even in Paddy’s normally stonking feet a couple of years ago. We subsequently realised that the iron content in the forage was very high. Since moving house and changing forage supply, not a single abscess. 

Bruised heels, yes, we have experienced those, barefoot and shod. 

Footiness, yes. Actually I take the footiness sign very seriously; as a sign that our whole horse management is not working for whatever reason. Footiness is low grade laminitis, and in the barefoot horse, this subtle sign is very obvious when not disguised by shoes.

The answer though is generally alteration to the diet or exercise regime, not the horse needing shoes.

Cal, my grey,  is the perfect example of a horse that “can’t cope barefoot” actually having other issues.

I have struggled to keep Cal barefoot. Had he not fractured his carpal bone I might even have shod him again by now because he is not an easy barefooter. As it is I am determined to minimise concussion to the knee to delay the onset of arthritis. He was very flat footed, thin soled, with under-run heels, when he arrived in shoes. He stayed like that in remedial shoes, and for a good while during barefoot transition! He now has thicker soles, decent heels and his hooves no longer look like Turkish slippers. But up until two weeks ago he was still footy on stones. He needed hoof- boots to hack out comfortably on stony tracks.

His hoof photos have always looked like case study photos of horses with low grade laminitis.


I have asked for him to be tested for Cushing’s three times, for insulin resistance twice, and we did foot X-rays to check the pedal bone angle and guide the trimmer. Cal is the reason I have spoken to nearly every trimmer and barefoot friendly farrier in the country and combed their websites looking for answers. Cal is the reason I have read, researched and investigated every possible cause of imperfect performance in the unshod hoof. Cal is the reason we balance minerals to our haylage supply, optimise gut support consistently and support the gut additionally for travel or other stressors. I have learned a huge amount about horse anatomy and physiology  because of Cal. 

I would have been much happier to have been guided and advised by a knowledgable and supportive vet throughout that process. 

Three weeks ago we got our field treated with the minerals and products recommended by the Albrecht soil analysis. We took the horses off the grass until the stuff had washed in, typically just as the dry sunny weather kicked in. The horses were limited to the yard, feed area and dirt track down to the trough. Work was busy so it took me a while to put up our track system. All in all Cal was off grass completely for 10 days.

The first ride after the Bank Holiday was a revelation. We were late back from Scotland so we went for a quick hack, no boots as we weren’t going far, and he stomped around the forest tracks with absolute glee.

So there we have it, after four years of tweaking. Simple answer, the horse is grass sensitive. Although he doesn’t test positive for insulin resistance, to have functional feet, which to me are a barometer of whole horse health, he has to be off the grass completely.

The track is now up, and goes all the way around the field. The other horses are eating the track grass down. Once the grass is mostly gone, I might try Cal on the track for a few hours at night so he gets to do exercise laps with the others.

His feet look great, and maybe he too will now acquire official rock cruncher status.


Had Paddy taken 4 years rather than 3 months to get from shoes off to rock crunching I am sure I too would be one of those people that believes my horse can’t cope barefoot.

Luckily, we always get the horse we need at the time LOL

Albrecht and the agronomist

One of our first jobs when we acquired our own land was to get the soil analysis done according to Albrecht principles. You may not have heard of Albrecht: we hadn’t a couple of years ago. Nor, it would seem, is Albrecht a name familiar to the local Cheshire agronomists.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Albrechthttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Albrecht

Albrecht was a pioneering American scientist who surmised and proved that mineral balancing the soil so that it could support an entire ecosystem rather than just the crop being grown would lead to healthier crops, healthier animals and healthier humans. In the long run, healthy mineral balanced soil supports a multitude of grass species with a good root system and so doesn’t get washed away, supports varied species including microbiota, flora and fauna, and can remain healthy in homeostasis ad infinitum. His writings are freely available and make really interesting reading.

http://www.amazon.com/Albrecht-Soil-Balancing-Papers/dp/1601730292/ref=pd_bxgy_14_img_3?ie=UTF8&refRID=1W4FTAMTQV7AXVXCQA26

Oner of the perpetual joys of the barefoot journey is the voyage of discovery towards scepticism and self-sufficiency. Once you take the leap of faith and pull the shoes from your first barefoot horse, with the vet and the farrier and half your friends telling you it will never work and that you must be mad, you have to do a lot of reading, experimenting and research to understand enough about barefoot to deal with the initial difficulties and transition successfully. For Paddy, I had to learn about diet and exercise, then ulcers, with Cal it has been Insulin Resistance, Cushings, thrush, COPD and finally tidying hooves a bit in between trimmer visits to keep his toes in check. With buying our own land came the concept of naked ponies through a working winter, track and hard standing design (ongoing) and now learning about mineral balance in soil.

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Why do I need to know about soil? Because soil influences grass, and horses eat a lot of grass, so the healthier the grass,  the better their feet, coats, breathing, itching, you name it, nearly every horse ailment under the sun could theoretically be improved by correct diet. And I need to know it because the agronomist, let’s call him Dick, has never heard of Albrecht, barefoot horses, or healthy soils.

Humans disturb natural balance. Humans want yield, we grow single species grass selected out for quick nutrition for animals destined for quick slaughter. In Cheshire we grow ryegrass for fattening and milking cows. Cows are ruminants, horses are not. Horses are not food or milk providers but animals evolved to survive in the desert and the steppes; poor, arid, varied grasslands.

So when we got our soil analysis done, according to Albrecht principles, there were certain recommendations. We needed Calcined magnesite (for the magnesium), Potassium sulphate (for the sulphur) and DAP (for the Phosphate not the Nitrogen). I rang up our local supplier, they very helpfully said I would need to talk to Dick the agronomist who would work out the best products to give us what we needed.

Dick had never heard of Albrecht. He looked at the soil analysis report and suggested Paddock Royale, a common fertiliser suitable for pony paddocks and readily available at reasonable cost. It would give us the elements we needed, albeit not in the perfect ratios.

Great, I thought, good land, doesn’t need much, winner.

Then Stacey (of Forest Holiday Cottages fame) got him to look at her soil report. Now I happen to know hers is completely different to mine, with very different issues and mineral requirements to balance her soil.

Dick recommended exactly the same product for Stacey as he had for us… at which point alarm bells rang.

Then followed two weeks of wrangling. I had to brush up my A level Chemistry to check my organic chemistry in order to effectively argue the toss with Dick the misogynist agronomist who eventually said “I’ll sell you whatever you like” (THANK YOU). Eventually he has mixed our product as instructed and delivered it to the guy who will do the spreading, covered in labels warning of risk of laminitis if he spreads it at our required coverage!!

Obviously Dick didn’t listen to any of the stuff about ratios, mineral balance rather than fertilising, or in fact the idea that the horses will be on a track system not on the grass in the traditional sense at all over summer. He didn’t look up Albrecht because obviously he already knows everything he needs to know for the rest of his life.

Oh well, another learning opportunity missed for Dick, embraced fully by the Nelipot team.

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I’ll let you know how it all goes, we are waiting for the weather now to spread, after which once the stuff has gone in, we can finally put our summer track up and get the boys moving more every day.

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In between all this, schooling homework has been done and is paying off 🙂 Cal came second at Southview Competition Centre Combined Training today- 2 lovely tests and a pole down at 70 and 80 but no stops and very little hesitation- hurrah.

http://www.southviewarena.com/events.asp

And Rocky had a Birthday : here is the baby photo, see above for recent picture.

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Badminton

This week has been all about Badminton Horse Trials and Cal’s bronchoscopy. Carrie Childs, and her very gorgeous Donner Sara B, qualified for the BE90 Mitsubishi Motors Grassroots Championships at Badminton and kindly invited me to share her adventure.

http://www.britisheventing.com/asp-net/page.aspx?section=1127&itemTitle=BE90+%26+BE100+National+Grassroots+Championships

The build up has been nerve wracking to say the least; as any horsey person will know, the first hurdle after qualifying for any championship, is getting the horse there in one piece. Her preparation had been slightly patchy. Carrie has been blogging for Horse and Hound about the whole experience so some of you will have followed the journey with her.

The first indication of how well Badminton Horse Trials looks after the Grassroots competitors was 4 car passes arrived for friends and family to share the action. I got a lift down with Carrie’s boyfriend, who very kindly got up at 5 to pick me up at 6am (gulp) although his undue respect for the national speed limit and some traffic around Stroud meant we did miss the 9.30am dressage test- whoops.

I then made sure I fulfilled my designated role for the day: keeping mother Judith calm and happy (bubbles started at 10am). 

  These weren’t the first drinks of the road trip: apparently there had been some Pimms consumed the night before at a welcome reception held in the sponsors pavilion by the iconic Badminton lake.

There was then a bit of a gap between phases and Carrie had arranged for another friend to help with the horse so Judith and I took the opportunity to walk the cross-country course. I thought the course was just beautiful. The ground preparation was quite simply perfect, so no problems there for a barefoot horse. Mud is no problem for my Irish bog trotter, it’s hard ground with damp on top that I occasionally worry about. The course posed some proper championship questions but all were fair and there were alternatives where required. Now I know it always looks easier when one is not riding but I thought there was nothing there that my gorgeous Caltastic wouldn’t jump on a good day, although the total amount of jumping required was substantial. I really loved how the Grassroots course crosses the Badminton 4 star track at some of the classic areas, so there was a Grassroots jump into the lake, a tour of the quarry, a line through the white gates and even a new extension off the famous stone wall corner. 

 The dressage arenas and the show jumping were set up on the Grassroots corner of the park but still had enough trade stands around the locale to feel buzzy and exciting. The stables and washroom facilities were plenty fine and there was a real sense of camaraderie around the lorry park.

Carrie did pretty well. I know she was disappointed not to produce her usually immaculate dressage; she then had a slight hiccup in the show jumping which, although superbly recovered,  put her out of the running for placings. Cross country however she hacked around for a fabulous clear, albeit with some time penalties. She tells the story much better than me in her final blog

The road to the Badminton Mitsubishi Motors Cup: We’ve done it!

All in all it was an amazing day, and really inspiring. I came back absolutely determined that this is an experience I would like for myself and that Cal and I would do our very best to qualify one year soon.

The day I came home Cal had his bronchoscopy. This was much better than last year, there was still some mucous about but only grade 2 this year, and the Carina, where the bronchi split, did look sharper, although still not knife-like. Georgie the vet also did bronchial washings to send off for a neutrophil count.

I went through every range of emotions over the next couple of days. I had been hoping that his airways would be perfect on bronchoscopy, and I could just blame myself for being a wet lettuce, so the presence of mucous completely deflated me and all my newly formed Badminton dreams were on hold.

“May obviously isn’t Cal’s month, he’ll never be able to do a Spring championships…” etc

The results came today. Cal’s neutrophils are 2%, joy of joys, so the steroid inhalers are doing their job, despite withdrawing the inhalers 3 days before the scope, as we would for competition, his airways were still OK.

So it’s official, it’s the rider that needs more kicking. For some reason I can be really bold cross-country but still worry more about knocking a pole off a collapsible show jumping fence. The answer to that is very simple: do more of it, do so much of it that it becomes boring and routine and a series of exercises.

Project Kick Ass starts tomorrow at Somerford with Maddy.

And what more inspiration could one wish for than the mighty Michel Jung, Rolex Grand Slam and 2016 Badminton winner, leading from start to finish on a record completion score. He showjumps and does dressage to Grand Prix levels, as well as eventing to four star, so each phase is really solid. He really is the complete equestrian athlete.

It’s simple, as I know from surgery: intelligent directed corrected practise makes inevitable progress towards expertise.

K.L.F.    Kick Like F

 

 

Back to the drawing board – part 2

Back to the drawing board… it’s almost official, it isn’t the horse, it’s me, riding like a numpty.

Cal’s scope is this Thursday. In the meantime, the weather has crapped out again, meaning that if Cal is suffering from an allergic lung inflammation like last year then the situation will be a bit better as the tree pollen count will be low for the next few days. This allows us the luxury of going back to the drawing board without necessarily waiting for the bronchoscopy results. Bradwall Horse Trials unfortunately abandoned, meaning David was free. David Llewellyn is brilliant at gridwork lessons and always seems to get us jumping from a really good canter so, in the spirit of going back to the drawing board, I seized the opportunity for some remedial training. I figured if Cal couldn’t breathe properly we could do canter poles and play around with cavaletti rather than jump, and if he really couldn’t breathe we could just stop and I could go to the pub!

I do have to confess that, on further consideration, our prep for Kelsall had been less than ideal. Flatwork has been coming on in leaps and bounds with Patrice and he is stronger and more connected and more uphill than ever before. He even bends his hocks now!

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However over the last few weeks, work has been busy and the weather has been lousy. We have had a handful of jumping lessons over the last couple of months, two of which were on the same day! We haven’t managed to get out jumping a course in competition conditions since the Christmas holidays. I’ve been popping logs in the forest and cantering around the hills but apparently there is nothing like being match fit and sharp and prepared.

And the last weekend before Kelsall we went to Bold Heath for unaffiliated dressage practise when actually in retrospect a few rounds of semi-competitive show jumping would have been a much better scheme from an eventing point of view.

http://boldheathequestrian.co.uk/

Although he did win his first round Trailblazers class at Novice level so we got a nice red frilly and I need to work out what Trailblazers is all about.

http://www.trailblazerschampionships.com/information-dressage.php

If you can offer any opinions or potted guide to Trailblazers rules please do so 🙂

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The pony jumps fab, when the jockey remembered to ride. He did lack his previous confidence when the grid got bigger and the angles got more interesting. Initially when he stopped and peeped at the fence I deflated and accepted the stop. However when I sat up and reacted positively and asked him to go when he had his little peep at the fence he went. And the canter felt easily big enough and bouncy enough for fences of 90cm.

So I am still going to have him scoped, not because I have Munchausen’s by proxy but because he really was quite unwell last year with minimal signs and I need to know that what I’m feeling now underneath me is properly better and not just a little bit better. He’s on turmeric and steroid inhalers which I can legally stop a few days before an event; I need to know if the medication is helping or masking symptoms.

Assuming he is well and his airways clean, then if there is any numptiness going on I can unashamedly kick myself to ride more positively and kick the horse on rather than worrying and ending up being too nicey nicey with him.

So there you have it- Back to the Drawing Board Lessons from the weekend

Make the canter responsive and adaptable.

Sit up and let the fence come to the horse on that good canter.

Do your prep properly in my case that obviously means jumping courses of showjumps regularly and having regular sessions with the right person to shout at me and remind me how to ride.

And just for the record we were jumping on a surface yesterday but his feet were definitely not causing him a problem 🙂

If this rain continues then the barefoot Irish bog pony will have the 4 dinner plate shaped mud flotation devices giving him an advantage again.

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Back to the drawing board

So after months of anticipation Kelsall Hill horse trials has been and gone, fabulous for friends, not so good for me. Back to the drawing board for me and Caltastic.

My friends had a wonderful weekend, Carrie won her section, perfect prep for Badminton Grass Roots championships next week, David Llewellyn, a local trainer won, there were lots of other local placings, big smiles, happy days, glorious weather, fabulous course.

My gorgeous Cal by contrast felt flat and underpowered and we got eliminated in the showjumping. 

The sad fact of being barefoot is that everyone automatically looks at his feet and blames the lack of shoes for every dip in performance. I can honestly say his feet felt fine, the ground was perfect, he is thrush free, sound on everything except sharp stones and didn’t slip once in the dressage, despite morning frost and dew, and was also not slipping in the showjumping warm up. 

He did feel a bit flat practising at Carrie’s house and had a couple of stops there, always at oxers.

The same thing happened last year and I blamed myself. I thought I had Oxer Fear. I spent a couple of months getting extra lessons, getting my butt kicked to be braver and more positive. We did much better until one day he really couldn’t breathe during a jumping lesson. Bronchoscopy showed his lungs to be really inflamed with grade 4 inflammation and mucous. 

Poor boy is quite stoic really and does generally try his little heart out for me. 

So he’s being bronchoscoped next week by the lovely Georgie of Brownmoss Equine.

Trimmer John of Barely Roadworthy has been for his routine appointment- Cal’s feet are looking good. He is shedding a load of false sole. Hopefully there will be a more concave foot underneath. 

There is still some bruising growing out from the fun ride over Rivington Pike at Christmas but he doesn’t seem to be too sore. There are discs and plaques of shedding sole with discolouration underneath suggesting old abscess and or thrush but a few week of applying the Westgate Labs toxic looking green frog oil seems to have worked nicely.

Talking of Westgate Labs I cannot speak highly enough of their services. Friendly efficient and reasonably priced- all 4 horses have negative Faecal Egg Counts and Equisal tapeworm saliva tests so no wormers at all required this spring. We will egg count all summer and then test for tapeworm again in Autumn- if all testing negative they will only need one worming dose  for encysted red worm in winter 2016/2017.

There is work going on to develop an ELISA test for encysted red worm too. Once that is in the public domain we may be able to reserve chemical wormers only for those horses with proven infestations- and no a moment too soon with the resistance developing globally to chemical wormers.

So back to Cal and our back to the drawing board strategy-  If his lungs are clear we will invest in some kick ass jumping lessons and do more show jumping over summer, aiming to do some events later on when the showjumping bogey has been firmly eliminated.

If his lungs are all clogged up again he will need treating obviously and sympathetic working. 

So frustrating that a horse that loves to jump and eats up big cross country courses presents so many challenges in the husbandry stakes. 

If his lungs are  clogged up though,  at least we will know it’s not his blooming feet slowing him down! ?

 

Training, not Taming

Training, not taming, the horse to be ridden. A recent post on social media showed a photo of a beautifully marked wild mustang stallion posturing. The caption asked “is this the self-carriage that we seek?” And one of the replies was “I’m not sure I’d like to be riding my horse if he was in that mode…”

And this got me wondering. Looking at the photo, the horse’s back is beautifully lifted, and at maximum length from tail to poll, the overall balance is uphill, the suspension and ground cover breath-taking, the throat latch is open but the poll is absolutely the highest point. In short, if one added a rider to the photo, it would be the most beautifully correct passage, and the rider would be invisible because the horse would steal the show.

So for me, yes, absolutely, this self-carriage is a good example of what I would seek. As Charles de Kunffy says, the purpose of dressage training, in keeping with the Renaissance ideals, is to transform a random act of Nature into an edifice of Art. Training, not taming.

The purpose of training, for me, is to strive towards a quality of symbiosis that makes me and the horse feel like a Centaur, one body, one mind, working together effortlessly and invisibly. I love eventing so ideally for me that would be true on the cross country course, show jumping and also in the dressage arena. I want my horse to be a willing partner, thinking for himself, our brains attuned to each other but working in harmony. I certainly wouldn’t want to canter towards a big solid cross-country fence with a horse that isn’t looking after himself and, by extension, me as well. Training, not taming.

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Now please don’t get me wrong, I am not boasting here: if you saw me ride, you would see that I am a long, long way away from that ideal. But it is important to know what we strive for, for how else might we take steps to achieve it?

Achieving a classical seat is an incremental process
Achieving a classical seat is an incremental process

So would we like to ride a horse with the amount of energy and pizzazz of the posturing stallion?

Who wouldn’t?

Surely the whole point of riding a horse is to have two bodies and minds working together to achieve more than either can separately? The human becomes more majestic, more imposing, more powerful, on board a horse, leaping huge fences and traveling at tremendous speed. The whole point of riding is to harness the power of the horse and use it for our purpose; be that enjoyment, labour, display or battle. Why would you get on a horse and ask it to diminish itself?

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Many horses are “energy efficient”. Many horses have no idea how powerful they can be! My own gorgeous, sleepy, gentle Cal, scares himself silly when both hind legs work equally and he realises how much power there is behind him. When he hits that point, we have had Pesade and Capriole, when all that was required was two hind legs, equal, underneath you, lifting please! The baby Rocky is right hand crooked: when asked to lift his bum with his left hind, we have had kicks and twists and inside outs just to avoid a bit of new weight bearing. When they find the feeling though, and play around with the new body you have just introduced them to, that is truly an amazing moment.

One of my most treasured memories is when the black horse, Paddy, old, arthritic, stiff and resistant, spontaneously offered the most beautiful canter in a lesson where we spent a bit of time doing walk pirouettes and helped him to unlock his back. The canter was a really cool reaction- “ooooooh that feels soooo goooood”

The novice horse loses the new balance again two strides later of course! But if you can show them that place, again and again, the balance becomes better and stronger and then they choose the new muscle usage because it feels good, and then they offer the correct posture because it feels good. And then they blossom and grow in confidence and stature.

This can’t be forced. For the horse to choose, it has to feel physically better. And good training, that sticks, where the horse is a willing partner, has to be based on offers not coercion. The best training is where we set up a question or exercise where the only logical physical answer employs the new muscle usage that we seek. The horse experiments, tries a few things, works out the required offer and then is rewarded for the try. The exercise is repeated, the try gets quicker, more confident, stronger. Eventually the horse learns that this exercise creates that feeling, and the aids become invisible and the try becomes an immediate response. And that is training, not taming.

There is no “control” required because there is no resistance and no fear. The horse is on the aids, working on suggestions and signals. The horse is not diminished mentally because his mind is respected and employed to his advantage during the training. The horse is not diminished physically because the training is built up slowly, layer upon layer of incrementally tougher demands on a body that has been gradually prepared for the higher demands of collection.

This takes timing, and tact, and humour, and skill. And it takes lots of time. Podhjasky says 4 years to prepare a horse for the high school movements. Four years after they first start school work, which the SRS horses do at 6. Years 4-6 are spent hacking out, in straight lines, developing bones and tendon and bodies, seeing the world and learning about life, not in the arena.

But when you have an advanced well horse trained in this manner, that will spontaneously offer every ounce of half a tonne of muscle, to make the pair of you majestic, why would you not want a piece of that? And why would you not want it to last for ever?

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That’s what I’m striving towards. And if it takes me a whole lifetime of learning and training to achieve it with one horse for even one minute, it will have been worth the journey.

“My horse won’t cope barefoot..”

“My horse won’t cope barefoot”…I would like a pound for every time I have heard this statement. I’m sure every horse can cope barefoot, and indeed I personally am running out of reasons why I might ever put a metal shoe on a horse, but I know not every owner can cope barefoot.

Barefoot can be a hard choice. It would have been very easy with Cal for me to believe that my horse won’t cope barefoot. It’s been incredibly hard for me to keep looking for the metabolic issue, to get to the diagnosis of the systemic problem that is stopping him from being a good rock crunching barefooter. It would have been so easy for me to slap shoes on it and just carry on but then I would have missed the ulcers, had even less warning about the COPD and would never have treated the boderline Cushings, luckily getting his ACTH levels down with herbal supplements. It is difficult for someone who hasn’t read about barefoot properly or thought to question the status quo to understand that everything they know about horse husbandry is designed to wreck the healthy hoof. Most of the ways that we choose to look after horses are for our convenience and not for the horse’s health. I know this, I have been there. I had the “best” looked after polo ponies within the M25 when I was grooming all those years ago. I hated some of the Argie methods but I learned a huge amount from the polo itinerants, and from other horseman in Australia, Scotland, Germany.  I have continued to listen and learn ever since, with a completely open mind. And I have checked the science, the research and the evidence, as I would for my human cancer patients. We should be in a Golden Age of horsemanship. We have rigorous scientific methods, amazing equipment and skills to analyse and interpret data. We are in a position to test every aspect of horse care and the effects on the horse’s health and mental wellbeing. Unfortunately much of the science is paid for by those with vested interests, and those who belive they know horses the best don’t feel the need to question their knowledge.

Horses are designed to move, 12-15-20 miles a day in the wild. Horses are built to trickle feed on a variety of poor grasses. They would choose outdoor life in stable social groups with a reassuring hierarchy and plenty of  space to get away from the dominant bully. They are not meant to stand overnight in shavings soaked in their own urine and faeces, eat too much sugary starchy food, go out for a few hours a day in an individual turnout paddock, deprived of crucial contact and rituals such as mutual grooming, stuff themselves full of lush grass and work for only a few hours a week.

A friend today told me how their half TB horse won’t cope barefoot because she has typical thoroughbred rubbish feet. I understand where she’s coming from- I used to feel the same way. Paddy had the worst feet in Cheshire: despite industrial amounts of farriers formula, he could never hold shoes and his hoof wall was thin and crumbly. Plenty of other people have felt the same way, watching their horse with his unconditioned hooves gimping across the yard when he loses a shoe. You would gimp in exactly the same way if I took your shoes off and asked to  you to walk on hardcore or gravel straightaway.

When I took Paddy’s shoes off, many people, including the vet and the farrier told me that I would find that my horse won’t cope barefoot. However, Paddy forced me to try barefoot, by nearly killing several farriers, including the horse whispering blacksmith, and what I found was that his hooves and his brain improved immeasurably. He became sure-footed, confident and healthier. He stopped rushing his fences and I could feel him balancing his body underneath me. It took time; in Paddy’s case about three months, to get him to rock-crunching go-anywhere status. Now at 20 he is sound and still going strong. He had four fantastic seasons eventing barefoot, then taught my husband Gary to ride, hunt and team chase and is now giving my step-daughter Lizzie the confidence to explore the forest.

Paddy is 7/8 TB; it’s nothing to do with TB genes. There is actually no significant genetic difference between all the modern horses around the world. Traits, yes, genetic alteration, no. The only exception is the recessive Hoof Wall Separation Syndrome in Connemaras, a recessive syndrome. This tragic syndrome would cause early death in the wild and therefore the aberrant gene would be weeded out as it is a disadvantage to survival.

The reason thoroughbreds are thought to have rubbish feet is that they are kept confined from a young age, fed starchy food and shod regularly  from the age of two. The hoof doesn’t finish developing until the horse is about 6; if it is compromised from an early age of course it will be sub-standard. Alois Podhajsky recommends that mares and foals  move daily from night pasture to day pasture a couple of miles down a rocky track to help the foals’ limbs and feet develop. In the wild foals hit the ground, stand up, suckle and immediately start travelling with the herd, quickly averaging 12 miles a day in their early lives. There are trainers successfully racing thoroughbreds barefoot

http://www.simonearleracing.com/how_we_train_our_horses.html

and many stories of off the track thoroughbreds being successfully rehabilitated to new lives barefoot.

http://blog.easycareinc.com/blog/notes-from-the-field/off-the-track-thoroughbreds-all-with-beautiful-rehabilitated-feet

Stacey, my neighbour, http://www.forestholidaycottages.co.uk/ put it beautifully today. She said “what we call footy, a person who didn’t understand barefoot would call lame.”

Better qualified people than me have answered the same question

http://www.unshod.co.uk/articles/guide_healthy_hooves.php

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1715697055340441&set=a.1715697018673778.1073741985.100007004891239&type=3&theater

So Con today was great on smooth tarmac, striding out beautifully on fine gravel and small stones but picked his way carefully and a bit more slowly over larger stones and hardcore. His ears never went back, he never made a pain face, if his foot landed on a sharp stone he hopped off it like a sensible pony and occasionally he chose to use the soft ground at the side of the path on the very challenging ground. Some might say that this means my horse can’t cope barefoot. We hacked for 45 minutes around Delamere and had a couple of good trots and a short canter. Once we turned for home he positively marched back to the house. Is he lame???

Which then leads me to more questions-

how do we define lameness?

how do we do a full five stage vetting on a barefoot horse?

 

 

The Best Seat in the House; cats rule the world

Everyone that has a cat will know that the cats rule the world. There’s a reason why the Bond villains have a cat on their lap- the cat is actually the villain and the hapless human just falls in with the malevolent plan. Our current cat is called Mr Burns. He’s called Mr Burns because he has a Hitler moustache

( http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/cgi-bin/seigmiaow.pl

but I wasn’t allowed to call him Adolf because that wouldn’t have been politically correct. At the time we had two other cats called Bart and Homer so the villain became Mr Burns.

Bart and Homer came from the local rescue centre. They were matching black and white cats with perfect dinner suits and spats. They were sold as two brothers but were more likely father and son (the clue is in the name). We got them as a bribe to make sure the kids wanted to visit us in our little terrace in Monton, and because no house looks complete without a pet of some sort.

When we moved to Frodsham the cats discovered bliss- we moved in the middle of the August 2003 heat wave and I vividly remember them dancing around the garden in the dark chasing moths; after skulking around the bins and alleyways of Monton, green leafy Frodsham must have been a revelation.

I had a friend who had lots of kittens and cats, but the cute kittens were always grey or tabby, so didn’t match and were easily resisted: of course one acquires cats by colour matched sets. Then one day this little black and white kitten bounced out of Judith’s spare stable and I knew we were doomed. He doesn’t have a perfect dinner suit, he’s a bit dishevelled but he matched and he was super confident and so he became ours.

At the time we had a long-term house guest. Auntie Laura had broken both feet sleep-walking out of the balcony of her first floor flat in London onto a concrete slab. Initially she stayed with her sister who wouldn’t let her drink and take painkillers (spot the problem when there is nothing else to do for 6 weeks in plaster) so she came to stay with us. We said she couldn’t bring her dog as the cats were already traumatised enough by the arrival of the crazy kitten so Laura taught the kitten to behave like a dog. He doesn’t sit to command anymore but he does greet you at the door and come for walks and generally is much more affectionate and engaging than your average cat. He was a barn cat who took to home comforts like a complete professional; he must have thought all his Christmases had come at once. He is a brilliant mouser, and ratter, and badger baiter, but his best days are duvet days, spread out on your chest, testing his needle sharp claws on your belly and swiping you for a cuddle every time your attention wanders.

  
It’s just Mr Burns left now: the tale of the other cats is for another day. He has paid Laura back by training Ernie the pointer puppy. 

  We acquired an old suite off a mate; the chair was earmarked for the dog. We have several pieces of Vetbed: incredibly expensive puppy proof fleecey mat. All the cat has to do is sit in the middle and stretch out and the dog must sit in discomfort on the hard cold floor. Watching the cat ignore the dog’s shenanigans has taught me a huge amount about animal training. It’s all about infinite patience and never changing the question.

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