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More training with TMSS Zenos
Zenos had taken a little while to start listening on the lunge. All he had wanted to do was zoom around in circles as fast as he could go. Well, at least we don't have a problem with impulsion Stellan had thought. Fortunately it had only taken a few sessions for Zenos to be comfortable in the roundpen and tuned in to his handler's requests, and Stellan decided it was time to start introducing tack. The young stallion's chewing habit made accepting the bridle remarkably easy, the tendon boots were a breeze, and he didn't seem to mind having pressure around his belly either. Stellan knew his opinion might change once he started moving, so out they went to the roundpen. There was no tension to be found at the walk, but Zenos' face changed almost imperceptibly as he began to trot. His back stiffened ever so slightly, and Stellan knew if he pushed any further that it might be too much for him. He let Zenos trot until he finally started to relax, and gave him a break. It didn't take many repetitions for Zenos to accept the roller at the trot, and only one for him to relax again at the canter. By the end, all the tension had dissipated from the horse's body and he moved freely and confidently. And that's a wrap! Stellan beamed proudly.
Stellan had helped countless clients and his own youngstock with trailer loading. He was sure that Zenos would be a breeze, because although he could get tense in new situations he never had any big reactions and was quick to figure whatever it was out. And he was right. Mostly. Zenos froze up when asked to move closer towards the trailer initially, but little by little inched closer to the ramp. Which he had to investigate. With his mouth. For 20 minutes. Stellan waited patiently until Zenos finally stepped forward and surprisingly straight onto the trailer. There was no trouble backing out down the ramp, and no trouble loading right back on. Stellan eyed the buckskin stallion You're a strange one
Getting on Zenos for the first time was extremely uneventful. There was hopping beside him, there was flapping of stirrup leathers, there was increasing weight in the stirrup, laying over his back, sitting up...he didn't mind any of it. What he did mind was his rider not having as many treats as he would like. Stellan moved about in the saddle, flapped his legs, even waved his arms. But as usual, Zenos only cared about having something to chew on. Stellan had to fend him off of his boots, calling it quits when the stallion seemed settled for a moment.
After a week of teaching the basic aids of go, stop, and steer in the roundyard, Stellan took Zenos out into the covered arena. They cruised easily around the outside, a lap of each gait in both directions. It took a little bit for Stellan to adjust to the Friesian-y upright head carriage and somewhat bouncier trot stamped into Zenos from his sire's side, but he had that familiar elastic, forward-travelling feel to him that was without a doubt from his dam. Same same, but different Stellan thought. He asked for a canter, and Zenos pushed off powerfully. I could definitely get used to this!
Emiliana was making her way down to the beach-side property gate astride Holy Moly. It was one of his weekly scheduled gallops to keep him in shape for the eventing season, and a long stretch of beach was a minute's ride away. Holy Moly's head turned as Stellan trotted up on Zenos. Mind if we join you? he asked. The two stallions sniffed and nipped at each other. Em felt apprehensive about such a green baby galloping with her, let alone on a beach he'd never seen before. What if he starts bucking and sets off my horse? She thought for a moment, and decided to trust her cousin's training skills. Yeah, sure. I'm blaming you if we die, though. Stellan smiled, Ok, lead on!
Zenos stared in amazement at the calm stretch of waves, wanting as usual to chew on them and deciding very quickly that that was a bad idea. He otherwise took to his new environment very quickly. Em was impressed, but Holy Moly was starting to get antsy. He knew he got to run out here, and he wanted to run now. I don't know how long I can keep him from throwing a fit, Stellan she called out. With a nod, he moved Zenos off at a brisk trot. She followed, her mount getting increasingly excited. Ready for takeoff? Stellan shouted back to her. She gave a thumbs up, and both horses lurched forwards. She still only had one hand on the reins, but Holy Moly had what he wanted and could only go straight. She passed Stellan in a superman pose, and they both nearly fell off laughing.
Judith patted Jazz's neck proudly. They were improving together so much lately, and the new arena was the icing on the cake. The footing was perfect, and Jazz felt it. His extended trot was so much more forward and easily accessible now that Judith could ride it properly. Her bouncing had put him off in the past, but with regular lessons and some added pilates Jazz now powered forward unencumbered. He seemed to go better in the Mickleham bridle Judith had bought to try on the ridden horses too. She had to train him in the double bridle still as that's what was required in the upper levels but she decided to use it where she could.
The sooty golden mare was becoming more and more consistent in her work. Em had been bringing her along slowly but surely, in part due to the lack of time she had between her veterinary studies, riding Holy Moly, and general stable duties. She knew Thelma was ready to start seriously progressing, and as the mare gave her a beautiful stretchy trot across the arena she decided she'd ask Judith to help out.
Em was finally ready to start getting some hands-on veterinary experience. Eventually she'd become resident vet, but for now she was under the guidance of the establishment's trusted practitioner. It was time to begin keeping track of Galaxia and Plum's cycles so that the stud could get up and running again. Under a watchful eye, Em checked each of their vitals, then performed reproductive exams to ensure that everything was in working order and that there was nothing that could cause complications in pregnancy and foaling. The vet helped her scan the mares' ovaries and deciphered what showed up on the ultrasound - the horses seemed to be at opposite ends of their cycles. They were turned back out into their paddock and Em cleaned up, thanked the vet, and dove straight into the nearest shower.
Stellan and Elaina were spending their lunch breaks lately browsing stud ads and researching bloodlines. They were on the hunt for suitable candidates for the mares, considering purchasing if they found a horse or horses that they really liked. It was very tedious work.