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!