<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:05:08.905-08:00</updated><category term='Day 13'/><category term='June 27th'/><category term='June 24th'/><category term='June 15'/><category term='Day 25'/><category term='Aug 26'/><category term='Aug. 14th'/><category term='Day 98'/><category term='Day 33'/><category term='July 25th'/><category term='July 17th'/><category term='July 13th'/><category term='July 1'/><category term='June 20'/><category term='Day 17'/><category term='Day 4'/><category term='June 25th'/><category term='Day 52'/><category term='Day 30'/><category term='Day 64'/><category term='July 23rd'/><category term='Day 7'/><category term='Sept 18th'/><category term='Day 10'/><category term='Day 76'/><category term='Day 26'/><category term='Aug. 4th'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='Day 3'/><category term='Sept 17th'/><category term='June 16'/><category term='Day 34'/><category term='Day 39'/><category term='July28th'/><category term='Aug.2nd'/><category term='June 20 Day 7'/><category term='Day 31'/><category term='Day 14'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Sept 4th'/><category term='July 3'/><category term='Day 22'/><category term='July 10th'/><category term='June 13'/><category term='Day 15'/><category term='Day 2'/><category term='July 15th'/><category term='June 22nd'/><category term='Day 50'/><category term='Day 27'/><category term='July 9th'/><category term='Day 40'/><category term='Day 45'/><category term='Day 11'/><category term='Day 32'/><category term='September 21st'/><category term='June 30'/><category term='Day 9'/><category term='July 14th'/><category term='Day 29'/><category term='Day 20'/><category term='Day 42'/><category term='Day 99'/><category term='July 16th'/><category term='July 12th'/><category term='Day 18'/><category term='Day 101'/><category term='Day 46'/><category term='July 22nd'/><category term='June 23rd'/><category term='July 29th'/><category term='July 2'/><category term='Sept 20th'/><category term='June 26th'/><category term='Day 12'/><category term='Day 41'/><category term='Day 24'/><category term='Day 85'/><category term='Day 19'/><category term='July 7th'/><category term='July 5th'/><category term='July 4th'/><category term='July 24th'/><category term='Day 1'/><category term='July 8th'/><category term='June 14'/><category term='Day 21'/><category term='June 28'/><title type='text'>Extreme Mustang Makeover with Dennis Cappel</title><subtitle type='html'>Local Horseman, Dennis Cappel,  Selected To Compete In Extreme Mustang Makeover</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921385951281703484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-5978006973759124023</id><published>2008-09-25T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:28:21.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September 21st'/><title type='text'>Sunday September 21st</title><content type='html'>Sunday the day of the auction.  I was not looking forward to this day.  Knight was fairly far down in the order of the sale.  The horses were not selling very high.  Five hundred to fifteen hundred seemed to be the majority.  Jim and Dawn Blackburn of Moscow Mills had talked to me about purchasing Knight and donating him back to Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Givers&lt;/span&gt; Working Ranch and they were willing to pay up to $3,000 for him.  I felt confident they would be able to purchase him for that amount or less based on how the others were selling.  When it was his turn to sell the bidding was brisk and he was quickly over $2,000.  However the bidding stopped at $2,500. and Knight was on his way back to Missouri.  Thank YOU Jim and Dawn Blackburn.     &lt;br /&gt;It's been a good journey over the last three months and I am looking forward to next year!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You all for following and supporting Knight and myself.  God Bless each one of you.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Cappel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-5978006973759124023?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5978006973759124023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5978006973759124023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-september-21st.html' title='Sunday September 21st'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-128278559193019219</id><published>2008-09-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:20:27.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sept 20th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 101'/><title type='text'>Day 101, Sept 20th</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning the riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; is under way. I let Knight have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; off to rest.&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irritable&lt;/span&gt; like a tired child.  After the competition on Thursday we are setting somewhere&lt;br /&gt;near the end of the pack.  He will have to have the best ride of his life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of favor to have a shot into the finals.  All the horses were body conditioned scored before we are to ride them in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;.  He turned in a fairly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; body condition score and will help as it counts for 20% of the total score.  We again drew up late in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; in as drew 64.&lt;br /&gt;We trotted into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;arena&lt;/span&gt; and stopped in the center and started the run.  Knight turned around at about 50% of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;capability&lt;/span&gt;.  His circles at the lope weren't bad.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; that were in the arena went well and the 2 minute freestyle after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; course went well.&lt;br /&gt;I side passed him all the way through the poles on the ground in the shape of a W, walked him up over the bridge, then I backed him over the bridge and the announced there was 30 seconds left to go , so I got off and laid him down and rode him up off the ground to complete our run.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it was a pretty good run.  We ended up placing 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The body condition score and this run brought us way up from the in hand course to finish in the middle of some very tough competition.  I feel it was a success to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; in this field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-128278559193019219?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/128278559193019219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/128278559193019219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-101-sept-20th.html' title='Day 101, Sept 20th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-4350742253911663633</id><published>2008-09-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:07:10.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sept 18th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 99'/><title type='text'>Day 99, Sept 18th</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning the in hand competition is under way at 8am.  Firsts  the stars, then the idols,&lt;br /&gt;and then it was time for the legends.  We drew up 54th so it was in the afternoon before our turn came.  I had been working with Knight to get him to trot when I ask him too.  Finally its our turn and we entered the arena, the first maneuver requires us to trot , we headed for the first poles&lt;br /&gt;and Knight started off trotting and following well but as I got closer to the poles he broke down to a walk and refused to trot up beside me.  This was a HUGE setback.  We finished the course and he all of the maneuvers well expect he was alittle reluctant to load in the trailer and once again refused to trot.  However we did finish the course and turned in a completed run.  Failing to trot has dug a hole that has made it almost impossible to make the finals. &lt;br /&gt;This portion of the competition counts for 30% of the score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-4350742253911663633?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/4350742253911663633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/4350742253911663633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-99-sept-18th.html' title='Day 99, Sept 18th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-2476712647410801577</id><published>2008-09-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:55:55.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sept 17th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 98'/><title type='text'>Sept. 17th, Day 98</title><content type='html'>Arrived in Fort Worth in the afternoon.  We had a trainers meeting.  After the meeting&lt;br /&gt;I saddled Knight up and rode him around in the warm up arena over some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He felt pretty good so I put him up for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-2476712647410801577?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2476712647410801577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2476712647410801577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/09/sept-17th-day-98.html' title='Sept. 17th, Day 98'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-134087934328119232</id><published>2008-09-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:09:00.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sept 4th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 85'/><title type='text'>Day 85, Sept 4th</title><content type='html'>Wow time has flown by!  Its hard to believe this is the 85th day.  I have been riding Knight around our neighbor on the gravel roads.  With all the moisture we've had, his feet soften up and&lt;br /&gt;he was sore.  So today I put shoes on him.  At first he was pretty skeptical of me tapping on the bottom of his feet.  But after he threw a temper tantrum  and got through his anger issues he excepted shoeing.  I am pleased with how Knight is riding.  We have been working over obstacles and various maneuvers and I am looking forward to Fort Worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-134087934328119232?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/134087934328119232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/134087934328119232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-85-sept-4th.html' title='Day 85, Sept 4th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-3928286242449853775</id><published>2008-08-26T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:26:41.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aug 26'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 76'/><title type='text'>Day 76, Aug 26</title><content type='html'>Knight continues to improve.  He's turning around easier.  Driving from behind better.&lt;br /&gt;Guiding better.  He's really starting to do stops and turns.  He's in rotation with all the&lt;br /&gt;other horses here at Cappel Systems.  We're looking forward to the competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-3928286242449853775?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3928286242449853775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3928286242449853775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-76-aug-26.html' title='Day 76, Aug 26'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-1117328618796434220</id><published>2008-08-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:51:09.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aug. 14th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 64'/><title type='text'>Day 64, Aug. 14th</title><content type='html'>I ride Knight early each morning. I work on keeping him soft and responsive.  I ride alot of straight lines.  I usually walk until he feels comfortable.  I usually have him move his hind quarters left and right at a walk.  Then I will ask him to skip the trot and go right into a lope.&lt;br /&gt;I lope straight lines across the pen, diagonally, and down the center.  Sometimes I will side pass at the lope towards the center of the arena, then back out to the opposite corner and do that on each side of my arena. I change often to keep him from anticipating.  Mostly working on him traveling forward freely.  He usually starts out resisting not wanting to go forward and finishes up free and willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-1117328618796434220?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/1117328618796434220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/1117328618796434220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-64-aug-14th.html' title='Day 64, Aug. 14th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-6924950232171823050</id><published>2008-08-14T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:41:21.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 60, Aug. 10th</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon we're headed or Springfield, IL.  We're going to Calvary Temple Christina Center where people will be gathering for a western day at their church.  Their having a chuck wagon cookout, a world champion gun spinner, bird dog pointing and retrieving exposition,&lt;br /&gt;a cowboy prize for best western cowboy and cowgirl outfit and we will do a demonstration with&lt;br /&gt;Knight before we listen to the band of the  "Sons of the San Joaquin."  When we arrived they had a tent set up on their church parking lot where people were to gather to eat.  I have rode Knight up near the people and as usual people gathered around him and wanted to touch him.  He's getting to where he really eats this up.  He loves all the attention.  The only seemed to have trouble him was a gentlemen came in and had his son up on his shoulders.  Knight did not like that.  But after alittle while he calmed backed down again and I rode him over to the baseball field where we were to do our performance.  I was the first to go.  Knight was ready.  He felt pretty good, but there's still more resistance in the forward movement than I would like for him to have.  He allowed me to do everything I asked him to do.  But he hasn't quite yet given all of him ability over to me.  I was pleased that he let me lope him around and he gave me a nice flying lead change and we finished the demo with a nice sliding stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-6924950232171823050?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6924950232171823050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6924950232171823050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-60-aug-10th.html' title='Day 60, Aug. 10th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-7448617880336679368</id><published>2008-08-04T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:15:48.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aug. 4th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 52'/><title type='text'>Day 52, Aug. 4th</title><content type='html'>Early Monday morning trying to beat the heat.  I discovered at the pre work Saturday that Knight needed some attention on learning how to trot while I am leading him.  So that was the first thing we worked on this morning.  After awhile he is catching on and doing pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;So I rode up to the outdoor pen and continued on our routine of loping straight lines, stopping, turning, leg yielding, backing.  He is getting lighter and more responsive and starting to put more enthusiasm into his work.  At just over the half way point on our journey, things are looking pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-7448617880336679368?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7448617880336679368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7448617880336679368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-52-aug-4th.html' title='Day 52, Aug. 4th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-3841195521682194644</id><published>2008-08-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:08:26.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 50'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aug.2nd'/><title type='text'>Day 50, Aug. 2nd</title><content type='html'>Early Saturday Morning on our way to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; Work in Columbia, MO.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like its going to be a warm day.  The day would prove to be good for everyone.  We accomplished what we set out to do and that was to provide an environment similar to the show to prepare our horses in.  We all spent some time in the arena letting our horses settle in, then we had a small meeting and started to work.  It was a needed time for Knight and I am pleased with how the day finished.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thank You !!&lt;/span&gt; to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spectators&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;participants&lt;/span&gt; who attended and&lt;br /&gt;made this event worth while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-3841195521682194644?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3841195521682194644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3841195521682194644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-50-aug-2nd.html' title='Day 50, Aug. 2nd'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-3429318827677414265</id><published>2008-07-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:24:56.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 29th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 46'/><title type='text'>Day 46, July 29th</title><content type='html'>This morning we are in the outdoor arena early loping more straight lines, riding diagonal lines.&lt;br /&gt;Knight is feeling good!  He is improving on his impulsion and is becoming more willing all the time to stay between the bridle reins and my legs.  I am looking forward to the Pre Work in Columbia this coming Saturday August 2nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-3429318827677414265?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3429318827677414265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3429318827677414265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-46-july-29th.html' title='Day 46, July 29th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-4650040209312837512</id><published>2008-07-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:18:18.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July28th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 45'/><title type='text'>Day 45, July 28th</title><content type='html'>Early Monday morning, more riding in the arena. Loping and going forward is what I am concentrating on, guiding around at a lope.  Knight is beginning to get the idea to move away from pressure where ever it comes from.  I am looking for him to develop a better attitude about it, it will come.  Monday afternoon, I took Knight to a Christian Cowboy Youth Camp for a demonstration.  It was Hot, the horse flies were thick, very humid.  The horse flies don't' seem to bother Knight very much.  As I talk to the kids at the camp and demonstrated some horse handling techniques I noticed there was a girl in the crowd with a bull whip under her chair.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she knew how to make that whip pop? She did! So I had her begin to pop that whip and walk pass Knight while she was popping the whip and he just looked at her.  After our talk I loped Knight around the field where the camp ground was.  I can feel resistance in him to go certain places, so I rode him pretty aggressively to show my lack of approval for his attitude about moving forward.  The more he rebels the harder I ride.  The freer he becomes, the softer I ride.  He is starting to develop a better attitude and I am pleased with his performance.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we are at a good spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-4650040209312837512?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/4650040209312837512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/4650040209312837512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-45-july-28th.html' title='Day 45, July 28th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-7927933487531115539</id><published>2008-07-29T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:05:30.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 25th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 42'/><title type='text'>Day 42, July 25th</title><content type='html'>David, Tell and I are going on a ride.  David is riding a Peruvian Paso, Tell is riding a quarter horse and I am riding Knight.  As we start out the ground is very muddy and I noticed that David and Tell's horses were laboring in the mud.  They seem to be sinking and struggling to move forward. While Knight seemed to just glide along on top of the mud.  The ride we took lasted nearly two hours.  By the time we got back to the barn, Tell and David's horses were ringing wet with sweat and had the look of exhaustion , while Knight barely broke a sweat.  He must be one tough horse. He seems to really enjoy being outdoors and away from civilization. So do I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-7927933487531115539?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7927933487531115539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7927933487531115539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-42-july-25th.html' title='Day 42, July 25th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-7842861111138765761</id><published>2008-07-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:56:54.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 41'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 24th'/><title type='text'>Day 41 July 24th</title><content type='html'>Its time for Knight to have a real job.  Today I started working other horses on him.  He seems to be alittle concerned but as we work he becomes more aware that I am there to help and protect him.  The longer we work the more settled he's becoming.  Working other horses I feel gives me an opportunity to work on stops and turns more efficiently because the horse I am working gives the one I am riding a signal as to what we're going to do.  When the horse I am riding is in the position I need him to be in to properly control the animal I am working. the horse I am riding will feel a sense of freedom and relief.  Knight is quickly starting to know what he has to do to get me to give him that freedom. I feel this helps keep his mind clear, I believe it will help in all aspects of his journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-7842861111138765761?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7842861111138765761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7842861111138765761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-41-july-24th.html' title='Day 41 July 24th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-8433376488386171249</id><published>2008-07-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:46:09.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 23rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 40'/><title type='text'>Day 40 July 23rd</title><content type='html'>Wednesday morning early, I thought I would try putting a Monte Foreman bit on Knight and see how he would handle that.  I took him to my outdoor arena and just walked around , let him get comfortable with the new signals from a new bit.  He seemed to be accepting it pretty quickly&lt;br /&gt;I trotted him around, then ask him to lope and I was concentrating mainly on forward motion when I applied leg pressure.  I feel like that I need to develop in him a more willing attitude to move forward when I ask him too.  He's feeling pretty good right now, I loped him around the outside premier of the arena, straight lines across the arena and asked for a few lead changes.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be trying so I put him up and wait for this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening back at the Pike County Fair I was to judge the horse show.  So I took Knight along to ride him into the arena during the break time.  When break time came I rode him into the arena and asked him to pick up a lope and he felt pretty good.  He was really moving forward nicely so I loped him around the arena pretty fast and came across the center and he gave me a flying lead change so I let him stop at the opposite end of the arena that I had entered and I exited the arena on the opposite side that I had entered.  It was a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-8433376488386171249?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8433376488386171249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8433376488386171249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-40-july-23rd.html' title='Day 40 July 23rd'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-4837134238475620111</id><published>2008-07-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:34:00.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 22nd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 39'/><title type='text'>Day 39, July 22nd</title><content type='html'>We went to the Bull Buck out in Bowling Green, Mo at the Pike County Fair.  We were going to do a break time demonstration.  I rode Knight around the Bull pens behind the bucking chutes and up to the bucking chutes. He seems pretty relaxed about most of the activity.  They called my name and asked me to come to the announcers stand so I opened the gate and rode across the arena on Knight, he entered the arena and felt pretty good.  After I spoke with them at the announcers stand I rode back out and waited for my time in the arena.  When our time came Knight was alittle reluctant to enter the pen and when I got him in the arena he was reluctant to go forward and every time I headed back toward the out gate I felt him looking and pulling towards it.  It wasn't too bad but the desire  in him to escape the arena is something I will need to work on with him.  When I had finished my time I exited out a small gate on the opposite side of the pen where he wanted to go out.  I rode him out behind the bull pens and asked him to do several stops and roll backs.  I rode him pretty aggressively, my intention was for him to not  be quite so anxious to let the arena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-4837134238475620111?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/4837134238475620111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/4837134238475620111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-39-july-22nd.html' title='Day 39, July 22nd'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-8031659912907554546</id><published>2008-07-17T21:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:35:18.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 17th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 34'/><title type='text'>Day 34, July 17th</title><content type='html'>Early this morning I saddled Knight and headed for my outdoor arena.  I started off at a walk and he feels really good.  I asked him for the trot and he feels even better.  I asked for the loped and the rebellion reappeared.  So I repeated the process that I used  in the barn Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;Each time he would try to escape, I just increased the energy and each time he would try to be right I let him relax.  Didn't take very long at all until he was loping around the arena, comfortable, both ways.  He was allowing me to turn him left and right at the lope easily.  All I have to do is say Whoa and he is stopping. He is guiding very well.  And is carrying himself in a posture that I really like. I feel like we've had a break through.  I believe we've rounded the corner and are heading towards the winners circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-8031659912907554546?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8031659912907554546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8031659912907554546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-34-july-17th.html' title='Day 34, July 17th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-7939182773775093404</id><published>2008-07-17T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:27:46.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 33'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 16th'/><title type='text'>Day 33 July 16th</title><content type='html'>Gave him the day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-7939182773775093404?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7939182773775093404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/7939182773775093404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-33-july-16th.html' title='Day 33 July 16th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-1968764704559910057</id><published>2008-07-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:26:53.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 15th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 32'/><title type='text'>Day 32, July 15th</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning I headed up , fed and watered Knight.  Then I prepared him for another ride in the arena.  He started out just like he left off, mad, pushing on my hands and legs, popping his teeth, actually popping his nose back to his chest, he refused to go forward when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asked&lt;/span&gt; him and he would try to run through my legs.  He is just mad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt;. A friend of my came by and was watching me ride and asked me if I had taken a blow to the head or something&lt;br /&gt;because I was riding a mustang.  I just laughed it off.  I will have to admit at this point it does seem like a pretty big challenge.  But I just laughed it off and went on.  I know if I can get all of this energy working in a positive direction that something good will happen.  I rode him for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; awhile that morning , didn't seem to make any improvement, in fact I think he could more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frustrated. &lt;/span&gt;  He had popped his teeth so much that he had actually bitten his own lip.  I finished up the ride by sitting in the middle of the arena. I got off, took him to the trailer, loaded him and came back home.  Another blow out on the trailer on the way home. We're home again. I just can't leave Knight in the mental state he was in when we left Butler.  So I saddled him for a ride in the barn.  As I was loping him around in the barn, he would try to go up into each corner, so instead of trying to ride him out of the corners, I just turned his head loose and rode him for the corner.  He would go left and right but when he would come out of the corner, I would relax my legs and pet him on the neck. For quite awhile he would really try to escape at each corner. After about 15 minutes he headed for the center of the arena on his own, relaxed and quite.&lt;br /&gt;So I got off and called it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-1968764704559910057?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/1968764704559910057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/1968764704559910057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-32-july-15th.html' title='Day 32, July 15th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-6545006665230507673</id><published>2008-07-17T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:10:14.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 14th'/><title type='text'>Day 31, July 14th</title><content type='html'>We're off for the Bates County fair in Butler, MO.  We arrived at 7pm.  They have a Harness Horse Show in progress.  I had Knight tied to the trailer and was brushing him off, getting ready to saddle him when a team of halflingers rattled up beside of us.  Old Knight has never seen anything quite like that.!  He jumped and snorted but that's why we're here. I talked to the person with the team for awhile, then processed to saddle Knight so I could ride him around all of the commotion.  He was fine until one of those teams with the big wagon behind them would come towards him, then he felt like he had to leave.  The ground was hard and the grass was really slick.  This added to the excitement of the evening.  Knight seemed to be more settled up in the crowd than he was on the out skirts of it, that was strange to me.  So I just rode around, as those teams would go around , I would follow them, hoping to gain Knights confidence that those wagons were not going to hurt him.  I decided to go on the far end of the arena and ride him up and watch the show and I heard a commotion and I looked over and a team of Half lingers had gotten away from their handler and were in a stampede mode headed for the crowd.  Then the announcer screamed for everybody to watch out.  The horses rounded a corner crashed into a car one horse on one side, one on the other still hooked together , rough night for the car.  Thank God no one was hurt.  Also I am Thankful I was watching that wreck from a distance , if I had been on the other side I would have been in it.  After that excitement  the show resumed and the final class was a 6 horse hitch.  So I went to the far side of the arena and sat on him to watch the last class.  Every time the horses would come close to where we were standing, Knight would feel like a powder keg under me. He would whirl and pull at my hands and try to escape.  After the class was over, I rode him into the arena.  As we started around the arena, at a walk he was fine, at a trot he was fine, I asked him to go into a lope, he would try to take me to each corner of the arena. I believe he remembers the first arena that I rode him in at the Lincoln County Fair where the  out gate was in the corner, I think he justs wants out of the arena.  So I rode him around for a hour or so, at each corner we would work and I would try to let him rest in the middle of the arena. I finally just called it a night.  I put him in a stall, fed and watered him and we were finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-6545006665230507673?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6545006665230507673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6545006665230507673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-31-july-14th.html' title='Day 31, July 14th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-5816283384587064645</id><published>2008-07-13T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:37:07.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 13th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 30'/><title type='text'>Day 30, July 13th</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon, nice cool breeze and its really nice outside so we decided to go for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;My wife makes me look bad in the neighbor because she walks while I ride. Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;Knight  is feeling good and we head out down the driveway.  I use riding down the road as a opportunity to help me to get him between my legs and between the bridle reins better.&lt;br /&gt;Right at the moment he valuates between extreme lightness and very heavy.  He gets better with each ride.  But I am looking forward to him being light all of the time.  He is letting me start to move his hindquarters a little bit each way.  He's really doing real well.  Traffic doesn't bother him at all, and we're having a good ride today. When we got back to the house, I took him up to the outdoor arena and we loped some straight lines.  He is starting to drive from behind pretty well and becoming  more manageable at the lope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-5816283384587064645?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5816283384587064645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5816283384587064645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-30-july-13th.html' title='Day 30, July 13th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-2029337777473223732</id><published>2008-07-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:42:14.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 29'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 12th'/><title type='text'>Day 29, July 12</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning early we loaded Knight and Solomon and headed North for a Cowboy for Christs clinic near Kirksville, MO.  I was working with a colt to start with, so I just tied Knight to the fence where all the commotion would be going on.  I saddled Solomon and was going to use him to  start the two year old filly.  I worked with the filly for probably 30 minutes and had just saddled her and was allowing her to work through whatever she needed to do to get comfortable with the saddle.  Then a big cloud came and it rained hard enough we had to quit. We all then loaded our horses and headed off for an indoor arena that was about fifteen miles away where we started up again.  I left Knight on the trailer while I finished working with the filly.  Then I worked with some people and their horses which took up most of the afternoon.  After we had finished I took Knight from the trailer and brought him into the barn for a drink and some hay.  It was getting late so we just loaded up and headed back home about a 3 hour drive.  When we were 4 miles from home, we had a blow out on the trailer. Thank God we were this close to home.   I was able to get ahold of Mike Kannagh and he brought his trailer up and got the horses and  brought them home for me.  I unhooked the trailer and we came home and called it a night.  Knight handled the long trip and day very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-2029337777473223732?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2029337777473223732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2029337777473223732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-29-july-12.html' title='Day 29, July 12'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-6003417087553093795</id><published>2008-07-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:41:06.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28 July 11th</title><content type='html'>Early this morning before breakfast I headed for the barn and got Knight. I led him to my tie area and brushed the dirt off him and we went out to the trailer where the saddle was and I saddled him, bridled him and we stepped away from the trailer and as I reached for the stirrup what I had hoped for did happen! The poor attitude and ill behavior from last night reared its head. Knight bowed his neck pushed on the bridle reins and was moving away from me in an attempt to keep me from mounting. I took my foot out of the stirrup and with the end of a long bridle rein gave him one swift hard swat on the behind. He had an instant change of attitude. His eye opened wide his head came up with a startled expression on his face. I believe he decided at that moment that standing still and allowing me to step up into the saddle quietly was a lot better choice. While on his back I headed off for my outdoor riding arena. I started around the arena and again felt the resistance of going forward. So squeezed on him with my legs and held firm pressure and again with the bridle rein I gave him another swat on the behind. He instantly went forward and I instantly relaxed my legs and let him go forward.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I applied leg pressure he moved forward freely. I loped him around the arena both ways a few times, then we went outside. I rode around the house where he is reluctant to pass the AC while running, the lawn mover in the yard, porch deck, gas tank, so I worked on regaining forward motion with these obstacles. With each step he is freeing up. So I headed off down the driveway. We went down the county road out towards the highway. The cars on the highway don't seem to bother him at all. So we headed down the road from a walk up to a trot now to the lope. I loped him almost a mile down the gravel road. He seems to be relaxed and comfortable. He is allowing me to ride his body up to his face. He is allowing me to move him to the left and to the right while we are at the lope. So I let him come back down to a walk. We turned around and walked back to the house. He feels really nice, relaxed, attentive and responsive. Brought him back to the barn, unsaddled him, gave him a bath, walked him around for a little bit and allowed him to eat. He can relax in his stall until the reporter from the Farm Bureau magazine arrives at 10am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-6003417087553093795?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6003417087553093795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6003417087553093795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-this-morning-before-breakfast-i.html' title='Day 28 July 11th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-1476288950093943826</id><published>2008-07-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:40:06.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 27'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 10th'/><title type='text'>Day 27, July 10th</title><content type='html'>Went to the Lincoln County Fair. It was hot and humid. When we got to the fair Knight seemed to be troubled more than he was Tuesday night at the fair, but not bad though. I saddled him up&lt;br /&gt;and started up towards the arena. He has gotten real comfortable around the commotion of the horse show and is not bothered at all when there are others horses around. I sat on him and watched the show and talked to some people. People seemed to be drawn to him and especially&lt;br /&gt;people that aren't horse people want to know if they can touch him. He's getting to where he really enjoys people coming up and petting on him. I think he enjoys the attention. Its now intermission and my turn to ride him in the arena by myself. As I started for the far end of the arena. I can feel Resistance in him not wanting to go. So I trotted him around the arena and the next time ask him for the lope. He is resisting going to the other end to the point of where when he did strike off into a lope that was in the wrong lead. I was not as concerned about the wrong lead as I was about him going forward. So I continued on around the arena and I can feel him wanting to go towards the out gate. He has already established that getting out that gate represents rest. So I had the gate person open the gate and allow the rest of the horses in the arena with me. He settled down and let me ride him around with the other horses in the arena and he got comfortable. I waited until the show was over and I went back into the arena and rode him to the far end of the arena and went out the gate on the far end to try to keep him wondering. Before I did this I had ridden him out away from the show and ridden him around the parking lot and rode him places he did not want to go. After awhile he started to accept being away from where he wanted to be and was starting to trust that when I ask him for something I mean what I say. Over all I was not pleased with his attitude about the night. I will have to work on this. He seemed to be irritated with me. He was throwing little rebellious fits. He would at times grab the bridle reins and push, trying to get me to release to him. He was clapping his teeth together in a frustrated gesture. He was rebellious about moving forward, sometimes he would pop up in the front end and turn around . Sometimes he would just back up and refuse to move forward. All of these are behaviors that to me are unacceptable. We will work on these tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-1476288950093943826?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/1476288950093943826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/1476288950093943826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-27-july-10th.html' title='Day 27, July 10th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-2031600850539423148</id><published>2008-07-09T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:12:51.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 26'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 9th'/><title type='text'>Day 26, July 9th</title><content type='html'>I gave him the day off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-2031600850539423148?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2031600850539423148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2031600850539423148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-26-july-9th.html' title='Day 26, July 9th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-5336054192074476800</id><published>2008-07-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:11:53.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 8th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 25'/><title type='text'>Day 25, July 8th</title><content type='html'>This morning I saddled Knight up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TEll&lt;/span&gt; , David and I went for a ride outside. When I first went outside of the barn with Knight something spooked him, he bolted and ran off.  He was headed straight for a fence, where he stopped suddenly and looked back over his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;His head was high and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nostril's&lt;/span&gt; were flaring.  I don't know who's heart was beating harder, his or mine. I ask him to moved forward and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reluctantly&lt;/span&gt; moved his feet.  I knew I had to take over&lt;br /&gt;and direct his energy or I would be at his mercy. So I gathered up the bridle reins and rode him up into the bridle and took the lead down the driveway. When we got to the end of the driveway,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;placed&lt;/span&gt; some flags at the entrance that were waving in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;breeze&lt;/span&gt;.  So Tell and David walked on ahead of me and crossed the road into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;subdivision&lt;/span&gt; and I followed on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to relax and he's getting more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; with each step we take.&lt;br /&gt;We rode for probably 1/2 hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; then came back to the barn,. unsaddled, rinsed him off and put him in the stall.  After lunch I got him out of the stall and tied him to the arena wall.&lt;br /&gt;He stood quietly for quit awhile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;appartenly&lt;/span&gt; no reason, pulled back on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lead rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fought like a tiger for a short period of time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt; as it started it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; over.  He acted like nothing ever happened. Tonight is the night my grandson Trenton and his pony cheese will have their first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;horse show&lt;/span&gt;.  Trenton is 2 and his mother will lead him in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lead line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to take Knight to town and do a demo with him during an intermission.  So we loaded up the trailer and headed to town.  When we first got there we unloaded cheese, saddled him as his class would be first on our agenda. Left Knight stand in the trailer. Pony seemed to be nervous and upset, pawing and nickering and I didn't know how he was going to be for Trenton.&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to work him on the line before I let Trenton ride him but as soon as I untied him, he got real quiet, so I lead him for a ways, Trenton wanted to ride so we put him on and headed to the arena.  Christina lead Trenton in the class where all of the young people won the class!&lt;br /&gt;It was a good experience for everyone. Now its time to get Knight out of the trailer and see how he is here.  He came out of the trailer quiet, allowed me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;saddle&lt;/span&gt; him, accepted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bridle&lt;/span&gt; very well. He seems to accept the  commotion better instead at home where its quieter.  So I took him into the warm up arena with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt; of other horses and he seems to be taking everything in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;stride&lt;/span&gt;. I would like for him to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;responsive&lt;/span&gt; to my legs, step forward freer, I would like for him to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;alitttle&lt;/span&gt; more willing to stay between the bridle reins and my legs. After all this is just his 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ride.  Really he is doing well.  At the intermission it was time for his turn in the arena. He was the only horse in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;arena&lt;/span&gt;, lights were bright, band at the county fair was playing loud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sounds of the carnival &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; going on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;eem&lt;/span&gt; to bother him at all. So I trotted him around the arena while Cindy announced about the Mustang Makeover and what we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; doing.  He felt pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; as we trotted around so I ask him to step on up to a canter, first time to ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;canter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;public&lt;/span&gt; and he did well.  So I loped him around the , stopped, changed direction and loped him around the arena the other way.  It wasn't perfect but it wasn't bad.  I am feeling good about his progress and at this point feel like we'll have a good shot in Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Worth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-5336054192074476800?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5336054192074476800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5336054192074476800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-25-july-8th.html' title='Day 25, July 8th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-5584421471016391395</id><published>2008-07-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:14:52.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 7th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 24'/><title type='text'>Day 24, July 7th</title><content type='html'>Sunday I gave him the day off.  Today before it got too hot in the morning I saddled Knight and was just riding Knight around in my indoor arena. He is moving forward pretty well. He allows me to ride him over the wooded bridge in the arena. He's guiding around pretty well. I can feel him letting his guard down. He's starting  to accept me better. By the end of this ride I feel like that he had turned completely loose to me.  He is becoming very willing to do whatever it is I ask of him. This was a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-5584421471016391395?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5584421471016391395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5584421471016391395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-24-july-7th.html' title='Day 24, July 7th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-576078712592061310</id><published>2008-07-07T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:07:37.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 5th'/><title type='text'>Day 22, July 5th</title><content type='html'>Saturday evening after it cooled off, I saddled Knight took him to my outdoor arena.  I got on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; rode him around the pen first at a walk, then into a trot. He was not very willing to go forward and was often times trying to push through my hands and my legs. He was getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; because he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I was asking him to do. I wouldn't let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; have the release until he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; tried to do what I ask h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; to do. He used this lack of understanding as a tool against me but I don't think that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;intentional&lt;/span&gt; on his part. He was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reacting&lt;/span&gt;  in his strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;survival&lt;/span&gt; mode. I rode him up there for 20 minutes then I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the arena and rode him in the yard, he seemed to be better in the yard until we got close to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;, the air conditioner, really bothered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt; Seeing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;widows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bothered him, riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt; the car in the driveway and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;caugth&lt;/span&gt; a glimpse of his own reflection in the car window ,this was also troubling to him. I just keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;milling&lt;/span&gt; around out in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yard&lt;/span&gt;, trying to get him going freer, going around trees, riding pass the AC, all in all he's doing pretty well.  My confidence is coming up as he has proven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to blow up and try to unload me.   SO I can start to become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;assertive&lt;/span&gt; at times.   This is a good feeling for me.  With my building confidence I decided to ride him down the driveway.  He seemed to be freeing up and willing to go down the long driveway, it is now dark.  So I decided to ride up and down the driveway awhile. Took him down to the road then back to the house and back down again. Each time I go down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; back up, he seems to get more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;. I think it was the 3rd trip down to the road that my neighbors started shooting off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt;, some pretty big ones,big boom, bright flash of light and the falling shooters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;from the&lt;/span&gt; flash of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;. To  my surprise Knight just looked up at them and continued on doing what I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt;  him to do.  I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of broke horses would of been bothered by that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-576078712592061310?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/576078712592061310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/576078712592061310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-22-july-5th.html' title='Day 22, July 5th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-3547035601612931392</id><published>2008-07-07T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:42:34.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 4th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 21'/><title type='text'>Day 21, July 4th</title><content type='html'>We had a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July function. We auctioned off 3 trainer incentive  mustangs. There was a large crowd on hand and everybody really enjoy the good BBQ and conversation not to mention the music and watching the mustangs.  This was the day people voted on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Capppel's&lt;/span&gt; Knight as being the name for the brown gelding. Cece Cink from Wildwood, Mo had submitted this name. I had saddled Knight and tied him to the arena wall where people could walk around and pass him.  I rode him in a small pen, this was his 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ride and he's starting to do fairly well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-3547035601612931392?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3547035601612931392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3547035601612931392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-21-july-4th.html' title='Day 21, July 4th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-2775327767094941421</id><published>2008-07-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:40:52.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 20'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 1'/><title type='text'>Day 20 , July 3</title><content type='html'>Today we spent most of the day getting ready for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July BBQ Feast and Auction.&lt;br /&gt;Late in the afternoon, I saddled him up again. He's starting to accept the saddle and act like a horse that is confident. He's just about completely quit trying to pull away from me and leave.&lt;br /&gt;So I led him out into the pen that we have set up to sell the horses in tomorrow. I got on him.&lt;br /&gt;Walked him around the pen. He moves out pretty well, I would like for him to be more relaxed and comfortable moving forward. He'll give me his head both ways really nicely and will tuck his nose in real soft when he's moving forward even at this stage. He's moving around fairly comfortable, he's still looking over his shoulder back into the saddle and to my legs. I kept encouraging him to move forward. He's going to be all right. Right now I am just riding him with a halter on. I have stopped him and begun to ask him to back up. He doesn't understand what I want, he's just bracing on my hands. I pull on one bridle rein then on the other never releasing, I am waiting on his feet. Still waiting on his feet. At last I felt a shift, I then gave him a complete release. I reapplied the pressure on his nose, first with the left rein, then with the right rein. When I pulled with the left rein I would bounce my left foot on his rib cage, when I pulled the right rein, I bounced my right leg on his rib cage. When I felt him shifted backwards, I quit pulling on the bridle rein, relaxed and set still on him. Wasn't too long we were backing a circle around the pen. So I got off, tied him to the fence while I went in and ate supper.&lt;br /&gt;After supper I walked him around the barn awhile, unsaddled him and put him up for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-2775327767094941421?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2775327767094941421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2775327767094941421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-20-july-3.html' title='Day 20 , July 3'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-897612893743838769</id><published>2008-07-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:18:21.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 19'/><title type='text'>Day 19, July 2</title><content type='html'>I saddled him up, he's accepting the saddle better each time. He let me put the bags on him, but he is still troubled by them. Took him in the arena, turned him loose and worked him in the large area. The bags really scare  him when he gets to move.  He is really getting hooked onto me and is eager to come towards me.  He's really looking for a friend! I took the bags off him and led him into the stall and I stepped on him.  I moved him around in the stall at a walk first to left then to the right. He's pretty unsure looking over his shoulder back into the saddle.  Overall he's accepted it pretty well.  It was another good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-897612893743838769?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/897612893743838769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/897612893743838769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-19-july-2.html' title='Day 19, July 2'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-2468425035002401640</id><published>2008-07-03T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:50:44.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 1'/><title type='text'>Day 18 July 1</title><content type='html'>Saddled him and put snaffle bit on him for the first time. Put plastic bags on saddle tied bridle reins to saddle horn loosely, put rope from  saddle horn around his hindquarters turned him loose in arena. Drove him around  20-30 minutes with a plastic bag. Then I let him stand in arena while I rode other horses in the same area. He seemed to be fairly comfortable after about 2 hours. I got him to yield his head left and right with snaffle bit from the ground. He's going to have a nice way of carrying his head and neck. He's going to be real soft in the jaw. So I took the saddle bags and rope off his rump led him into the stall.  Got on him again, this time ask him to move his feet. He was alittle troubled when he started to move so I gently guided his energy to the left. Let him circle the stall a couple of times, then I directed him to the right. He's really settling into this and accepting me on his back nice.  So I rubbed on his neck and  rump. He's accepting me nicely so I will call it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-2468425035002401640?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2468425035002401640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2468425035002401640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-18-july-1.html' title='Day 18 July 1'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-5377415412503076900</id><published>2008-07-03T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:15:54.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 30'/><title type='text'>Day 17, June 30</title><content type='html'>Caugth him, saddled him, took him into the arena, worked him left then right, got him going forward on the line.  Hung plastic bags over saddle, he's still really bothered by bags, he kicks at them, trys to run from them. After he accepted them fairly well I took the bags off. Then I laid him down. He wasn't relectant about being laid down. He did not fight it as hard  as domestic horses do. I then led him into the small stall and put weight in stirrup on both sides . He seemed to accept this fairly well so I swung my leg over and set on him.  I immedately got off, led him around the stall, unsaddled him, hosed him off, gave him a wormer and called it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-5377415412503076900?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5377415412503076900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5377415412503076900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-17-june-30.html' title='Day 17, June 30'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-8256763979238953357</id><published>2008-07-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:56:43.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 28'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 15'/><title type='text'>Day 15, June 28</title><content type='html'>Drove home from the Show on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Gave him the day off on Day 16, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;We all needed a rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-8256763979238953357?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8256763979238953357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8256763979238953357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-15-june-28.html' title='Day 15, June 28'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-49304499640777769</id><published>2008-06-27T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:45:50.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 27th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 14'/><title type='text'>Day 14, June 27th</title><content type='html'>Started out early this morning, saddled Solomon and the mustang and was headed for the round pen I had found the night before.  He saddled up nicely and led out through the crowd without a problem. He is really starting to settle in.  When I finally reached the round pen, there was one of the university people told me I couldn't use the pen.  So I then led him back to the stall and put a plastic bag on the saddle again.  He still is really troubled by the plastic bag. He tenses up, kicks at the bag, kicks at the wall. So I tied him up in the stall and let him wear the plastic bag while Tell showed his roping horse today.  Tell was World Champion Header and Reserved Heeler. When I came back to the stall he seemed to be a lot quieter. So I unsaddled him and brushed out the sweat marks and put him back in the stall through the heat of the day. When the sun started going down and it was cooling off, I saddled him up again and I went for a walk around the fairgrounds. Once again there were alot of kids on bikes, one little dog got away from his owner and was dragging his leash in the gravel, golf carts zipping by, but all of this stuff is becoming less and less scary to the horse.  Activities in the main arena had finished so I led him into the bright lights of the main arena.  Trotted him around, got him to do some circles in front of me, move to the left and right, then I walked around the arena.  He seemed to be accepting things very well.  Took him back to the stall, unsaddled him, brushed, fed , watered him and I put him to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-49304499640777769?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/49304499640777769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/49304499640777769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-14-june-27th.html' title='Day 14, June 27th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-2557144517279166441</id><published>2008-06-26T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:12:05.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 25th'/><title type='text'>Day 12, June 25th</title><content type='html'>Tell is in the ranch roping. Tied the mustang in his stall and led him around again. Then I led him around the warm up pen. He is starting to accept the show scene. He is a lot more relaxed today!&lt;br /&gt;Tell had a great run in the ranch roping and he was the World Champion. I showed Solomon in the ranch riding where we placed 3rd. We placed 10th in conformation.  And the end results of the 4 classes we ended up World Champion 3 year old Challenge Horse.  What a Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-2557144517279166441?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2557144517279166441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/2557144517279166441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-12-june-25th_26.html' title='Day 12, June 25th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-3207767969655741178</id><published>2008-06-26T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:00:24.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 26th'/><title type='text'>Day 13, June 26th</title><content type='html'>Tell was 7th in conformation. I saddled mustang and led him around the parking lot and barns again.  He is settling nicely. I gave him a bath today and will work him in the round pen I discovered while I was walking him around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-3207767969655741178?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3207767969655741178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3207767969655741178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-13-june-26th.html' title='Day 13, June 26th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-5224315721528059660</id><published>2008-06-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:49:10.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 24th'/><title type='text'>Day 11, June 24th</title><content type='html'>I am in the ranch cutting in the first class. Cindy's horse Solomon worked well and we pinned the cow and I finished 3rd in the class.  Saddled the mustang and let him stand in his stall while I prepared Solomon for the working ranch class. Solomon worked well again, we drew a fast cow and he worked him well.  Then we lined him out and ran hard for a nice finish.  I roped the cow and Solomon stopped him well. We won the class!  Mustang had a nice day as well. He seemed to be settling in so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ponied&lt;/span&gt; him around the parking lot. He was really hugging up to Solomon for security.  He was really nervous, kids on bikes, horses everywhere, trash cans, campers, dogs, golf carts, Wow ! what an experience. We made it back safely to his stall , what a relief! Tell had a good working ranch horse class. He finished Reserved World Champion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-5224315721528059660?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5224315721528059660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5224315721528059660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-11-june-24th.html' title='Day 11, June 24th'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-5022662624368883712</id><published>2008-06-26T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:39:48.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 23rd'/><title type='text'>Day 10, June 23rd</title><content type='html'>Saddled mustang in his stall, let him wear a plastic bag on the saddle for a hour or so. He was wide eyed and very jumpy.  I unsaddled him and led him to the wash rack for a cool bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-5022662624368883712?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5022662624368883712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/5022662624368883712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-10-june-23rd.html' title='Day 10, June 23rd'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-8388692021760923467</id><published>2008-06-26T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:36:49.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 22nd'/><title type='text'>Day 9, June 22nd</title><content type='html'>Tell and I are off to the American Ranch Horse World Show. We're taking the mustang with us. He let me lead him out of the barn with no trouble. To my surprise he followed me into the trailer with no problem.  Loaded Cindy's horse Solomon and Tell's horse and we're on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Murphysboro&lt;/span&gt;, TN.  Hour stop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt; in St. Louis , otherwise than that we had a smooth 7 hour trip.  When we arrived the mustang was very nervous and he followed me into the stall without a problem, what a relief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-8388692021760923467?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8388692021760923467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/8388692021760923467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-9-june-22nd.html' title='Day 9, June 22nd'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-6669714023203300677</id><published>2008-06-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:48:43.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 20 Day 7'/><title type='text'>June 20 Day 7</title><content type='html'>Today was an eventful day. This was the first day the horse was saddled. I prepared him with&lt;br /&gt;another horse and sacked him out. He accepted it very well, he wanted to snuggle up to the other horse.He didn't mind me touching him. Using a plastic sack on the end of a stick to get him comfortable. I then got on the ground and placed the saddle pad on him. First on the left then on the right. He was curious and cautious and was looking to me to protect him the whole time. I tried the best I could to reassure him that he was alright. I placed the saddle up, he seemed to accept that pretty well. I began the process of cinching him up. He stood there and just let me saddle him. Once I had the saddle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;secure on him I tied the lead rope to the saddle horn so it wouldn't drag. T&lt;/span&gt;hen got out of his way quickly.I was afraid that he would panic when he realized there was a saddle tied to his back. But to my surprise he just stood there for awhile ,looked around and walked off.  I came back into the pen and drove him around. Then I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahold&lt;/span&gt; of the lead rope and worked him left and right on the lead rope.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; I tied him up while we broke for lunch.  After lunch I led him in the stall, began putting weight in both stirrups, jumping up to prepare him for me to get on. He seemed to be bothered by this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I would put weight in the stirrup he would look to the right as if to try to get away from me.  I continued changing sides going through the process for quite awhile, but he seemed like he wasn't accepting it. So I led him back into the arena, then I tied two feed sacks together, and then tied them to the&lt;br /&gt;  saddle horn. I was glad that it was the feed sacks on him and not me. Because the sacks&lt;br /&gt; on each side REALLY bothered him. He tried the best he could to outrun them, when he couldn't outrun them he tried to kick them off. He was REALLY bothered by them,which is how he would of been if I were on him.  I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahold&lt;/span&gt; of the lead rope after awhile,and tried to work him left and right, he insisted on looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; his right shoulder and kicking at the bag on the right side of his body. I used my lunge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whip&lt;/span&gt; and would tap the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt; on the left side of his body.Ev&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;erytime&lt;/span&gt; he would look right I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; tap the left bag and after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; while he looked out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; halter and continued on forward and began to look me up for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; and comfort again. After he had accepted the bags on each side I took them off, unsaddled him and led him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the wash room where he got his 3rd bath of his life.&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-6669714023203300677?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6669714023203300677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/6669714023203300677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-20-day-7.html' title='June 20 Day 7'/><author><name>dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413080911883596850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-3009461088567296073</id><published>2008-06-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:40:30.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 20'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Day 7, June 20,2008</title><content type='html'>Today was a very productive day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-3009461088567296073?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3009461088567296073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3009461088567296073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-7-june-202008.html' title='Day 7, June 20,2008'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921385951281703484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-9012576132123218727</id><published>2008-06-17T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:48:34.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Day 4, June 16, 2008</title><content type='html'>We had a great day today!  Show Me St. Louis came out today to tape the mustang and learn about the Mustang Makeover Challenge.  The piece will air June, 17 at 3:00 on Channel 5.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I continued with the trust building and repeated all the lessons we have been working on the last few days.  He is yielding to pressure a  little and I can also lounge him to the left, stop and back to the right.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a breakthrough, he allowed me to touch him outside of the shute.  He also received his first lesson in being tied with a halter on.  It took about 20 minutes but he finally settled in and accepted being tied.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To finish up I was able to lead him around the arena and even take the halter off of him while in the arena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-9012576132123218727?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/9012576132123218727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/9012576132123218727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-4-june-16-2008.html' title='Day 4, June 16, 2008'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921385951281703484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-660617320669310947</id><published>2008-06-17T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:27:19.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Day 3, June 15, 2008</title><content type='html'>Today we built a shute to run the Mustang into, this will allow me to get my hands on him to let him know I mean him no harm.  He is very tense and jumpy, but I rubbed on him until he got quiet.  He then allowed me to put a halter on him and I opened the shute and repeated the process.  I also repeated the process I started yesterday with the rope.  He still won't allow me to touch him outside of the shute, but will follow me some when I walk away.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Building his trust will take time and patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-660617320669310947?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/660617320669310947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/660617320669310947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-3-june-15-2008.html' title='Day 3, June 15, 2008'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921385951281703484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069174008323114418.post-3586695845835941791</id><published>2008-06-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:21:40.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Day 2, June 14, 2008</title><content type='html'>I worked with the mustang in the arena, man can he trot.  This is a powerful moving horse.  He is very attentive and likes to keep his attention on me.  I roped him and allowed him to do what he needed to do to get comfortable with the rope.  After he stopped trying to run out of the rope his attentiveness returned to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After running him back into his stall I had to use a 6' stick to remove the rope, he won't let you touch him yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069174008323114418-3586695845835941791?l=mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3586695845835941791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069174008323114418/posts/default/3586695845835941791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangmakeoverwithdennis.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-2-friday-14-2008.html' title='Day 2, June 14, 2008'/><author><name>The Moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12921385951281703484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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