Before I will write about the lost of my cookie-cat, something what was happening in the last week and kept my mind busy until now.
Last Friday I went out with "my" horse. Alone like a lot of times. Should have listened to my stomach, that was telling me to go alone today is not a good idea.
But who listens all the time to the stomach? Next time I will. The horse was not out for a lot of days because of the weather and some other reasons. Also he is really problematic and was never be trained to be out alone in his life before my time.
For this reason I was doing the main street by foot. Very relaxed he was walking behind me. I was thinking: Finally he might understood that being outside can be something really nice.
The end of the street, turning into the fields. Okay, time for riding. I could already see the farm with a lot of cows we already passed so many times. The path is big enough for cars, because there are still houses and the farm. On the left side a fence of a house, in the middle the street, on my right side, downhill 5 meters a field with some crops.
Suddenly I heared the sound of a motorbike, very loud. Was going all the way left towards the fence. But what is the driver doing ??? Full speed right towards me and DJ. The motocross maschine was really loud. DJ was in panic. Like always he tried to escape fast backwards without watching and unstoppable (that is his dangerous problem, he did a lot of times before).
I heard the sound of the ground under his feed when he turned his ass to the right and then I heard the sound of his backfeet loosing the ground and sliding down the hill.
His frontfeed where still of the street, while is ass and the backfeet were hanging down this hill without contact to any ground. I was sitting in the saddle, turning my head to look down. 5 meters. Was absolutely quiet and relaxed, like a lot of times in my life in dangerous situations before. Only my head was working. "DJ can not make it up alone, without my help, my weight on his back is not helping at all.
We cannot fall, is to deep, we will break our legs and more"
So I desided to climb back on the street over his front shoulder and his neck, while holding on to him for not letting him slide down any further. Did it. DJ was not moving at all, after he realised very soon any movement, would make him slide further and in the end fall down.
I was back on the street, holding on with all my power to my horse. I looked in his face, big eyse with fear but also the question: shit, what was I doing, can you help me? Fear and Trust.
I grapped him by his head and said in Italian, that I will not let him fall. Than I started to pull. He understood right away, that now is the moment to fight. I pulled his head towards the street and also upwards, to give him the possibility to also put the frontfeed on the street in an angle to jump back up.
Heard the backfeed trying to get hold of something, like a freeclimber. Saw him taking a deep breath for one more try with all our power. He came flying up straight towards me and stopped like an angel without running in panic over me.
There we were standing, both wet. He was shaking with all his body, holding up his left backfeet. Shit. I was looking down. A nightmare.
All 4 legs bleeding. The two in front only very little, the backfoot he was holding up, didn't look to good. There the cuts were deeper and the bleeding a little stronger.
I made him walk to see what to do. He was walking good, even using both backfeet, every now and then lifting it to show me, that one is hurting very much.
We went to a little green field, I was letting him eat a very little, and he was starting right away. So the pain cannot be very, very much. Also he was relaxing in that way. Now back by foot all the way. Didn't want to ride, for his feet (in case something got destroyed, is already a risk to walk) and also because everytime I walk in front of him he is a lot more relaxed and adventure we had enough. We arrived at the stable without problems.
First I was giving a shower to all the legs, then I found the redstuff for open wounds for desinfection and was putting it on all the legs.
That was 6 days ago. Three legs are not swollen anymore. Yesterday the vet was looking at the left backleg and was saying, is only swollen, because the cut is a little deeper, but nothing is broken and he is healthy and fine.
By the way, I am almost sure the biker did it on purpose to scare us, and then when he saw us sliding down he escaped. - Hope you have nightmares, and also be afraid of me finding you.
But my question is: Am I lucky for getting out of a situation like this without big injuries for the horse or: Am I unlucky for getting into situations like this?
Am I lucky for DJ beeing in this situation so smart not to move and let me climb down over his neck, or am I unlucky for his attitude to go backwards without watching in moments of danger?
And what will happen on our next trip, when he is full recovered?
One day I was visiting a stable very close to here. There is a man (I call him horsewhisperer) taking problematic horses and their people and is working with them.
I was very impressed what the horses were doing for him without force, without saddle, without everything, even kneeling down for him so he can get on. He offered a friend of mine that she could work with him. And already that time I was speaking to him about DJ and his fear of beeing out. Maybe I visit him and ask his price or how we could work together to make me and DJ better.
Everything this horse is doing, he is doing for me - and for nobody else. He was choosing me to be his rider.
For example two days before the accident there was a champion trying to ride DJ.
He said after, that DJ is the most difficult horse he has ever seen. Not going back, not going sidewards, not listening to any helps of him, with his stonehead. Like he was for saying: Who the fuck are you, coming here one time and you think you can ride me? One day after I showed the owner, a friend of mine, that he can do all those things, me only using 2 fingers.
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