Post by Trophyhorse misses kmsnead on May 24, 2011 20:19:44 GMT -5
Taylor had Satan tied to the cross-ties, just in case he went crazy when Taylor tried to introduce tack for the first time. Satan had already worn a bridle, so all Taylor was trying to do was get him used to wearing a saddle and saddle pad.
She held up the saddle pad for Satan to sniff. He completely ignored it, which Taylor thought was good. She placed the saddle pad on his back slowly. Satan flinched, but stood still.
"Okay, now here's the hard part, boy," Taylor murmured, picking up the English saddle and holding it in front of his face. Satan sniffed it and snorted. When she placed the saddle on his back, Satan shuddered and tried to back up, but he couldn't, because of the cross-ties.
Taylor buckled the straps on the saddle and fixed the irons. She shook the saddle a bit, and laid her arms over it. She started to put pressure on the saddle, then she put pressure on the left iron.
She took the cross-ties off and grabbed his bridle. She slipped it over Satan's nose. Taylor led him out of the barn and into the sunlight.
Taylor put pressure again on Satan's iron, then lifted her leg. Satan turned his head, watching her leg intently. Taylor placed her foot in the iron and put pressure on it. Satan side-stepped, but Taylor followed him
Satan and Taylor continued this for about ten minutes before he finally stood still. She patted Satan's face, then swung her leg over his back.
Satan stood still for a moment, then reared. Taylor held onto the reins and his mane tightly, while she sat down deeply in the saddle and pushed her heels down. Satan came down with a snort and bucked, but Taylor held on still. Satan seemed to calm down, so Taylor squeezed his sides.
Satan walked forward hesitantly. "Good boy," she said softly, patting his neck. She asked him to move again, which he did. "Let's go for a little ride," she murmured.
She held up the saddle pad for Satan to sniff. He completely ignored it, which Taylor thought was good. She placed the saddle pad on his back slowly. Satan flinched, but stood still.
"Okay, now here's the hard part, boy," Taylor murmured, picking up the English saddle and holding it in front of his face. Satan sniffed it and snorted. When she placed the saddle on his back, Satan shuddered and tried to back up, but he couldn't, because of the cross-ties.
Taylor buckled the straps on the saddle and fixed the irons. She shook the saddle a bit, and laid her arms over it. She started to put pressure on the saddle, then she put pressure on the left iron.
She took the cross-ties off and grabbed his bridle. She slipped it over Satan's nose. Taylor led him out of the barn and into the sunlight.
Taylor put pressure again on Satan's iron, then lifted her leg. Satan turned his head, watching her leg intently. Taylor placed her foot in the iron and put pressure on it. Satan side-stepped, but Taylor followed him
Satan and Taylor continued this for about ten minutes before he finally stood still. She patted Satan's face, then swung her leg over his back.
Satan stood still for a moment, then reared. Taylor held onto the reins and his mane tightly, while she sat down deeply in the saddle and pushed her heels down. Satan came down with a snort and bucked, but Taylor held on still. Satan seemed to calm down, so Taylor squeezed his sides.
Satan walked forward hesitantly. "Good boy," she said softly, patting his neck. She asked him to move again, which he did. "Let's go for a little ride," she murmured.