Klængur – pronounced Klan-gur (hard g).

What can I say? Well, my surgeon didn’t say no long-reining, he just said no riding and I want Klængur to learn to chill, relax and be ridden buckle-end everywhere.  That is very important.  He must trust me so I am working with him on the ground….

….while Daisy is doing the riding bit.

I don’t want energy, I want relaxation and teamwork.  There is something about Klængur – he has so much to give and we are still learning about each other.  He listens to me. I say stand and he does (on the ground).  I click walk on and off we go, stretching but that is all in the school which is a false sheltered environment.

There is definitely a relationship with us.  He enjoys my company.

He is learning about Daisy, his new rider and handler, for a while and that is good.  They have an honest relationship and Daisy can stick on most things these days if they decide to piss off home.

So today we took a deep breath and Daisy took him out on his own, with me and a friend following on foot. We had a buggy, small toddler and 2 dogs in tow and, to be fair, Klængur took it all in his stride.  We tested him out with the buggy first as he can be a bit unnecessary about cars sometimes.

And off they went.

The boy did good.  He pottered, asked questions, but never said no or spun.  He was part of our fairly odd-looking family and happy to be included.

So, when we caught up, we sent them home and continued with our walk on foot.  Apparently they met a car and not a flicker so I feel, slowly but surely, we are getting there.

Funny boy, Klængur – he has my heart….

…. and Daisy’s.

Icelandic horses just get into your soul when you least expect it.

Golly, I must go on a diet!