05/16/2025
Replace horse -> dog and have a few reads.
When you’re ready to find the common sense middle… actual training, a real partnership, and real reliability form your dog, we’re here.
I worry for the middle -
I remember a time, not too long ago, sopping wet horses with defeated eyes. I remember horses flipping over from pressure, and a total dismissal of the horses physical body, as if they were too strong to break. “You can’t hurt them,” one man said, “it’s like spanking him with a sock.” They did their job, with eyes shut.
I see a time, now, where horses can’t manage the pressure of the world we brought them into. I see horses, equally stressed, who are coddled, babied, so much they pull back at the slightest trouble. I see horses who can’t get in trailers, can’t tie, can’t stand for the farrier, no life skills. Horses that bite and charge.
I see these every day, maybe they’re the extremes I’m called out for and not the norm, like a firefighter who’s daily experience involves disaster, where putting out fires is a daily habit -
I see unhappiness still- lack of confidence and fear encouraged, curated by human hands, mostly well meaning.
I worry for the still space between too much and too little, where a horse can get by. I worry for peace, which lives between the lines of dominance and permissiveness- I worry for guidance, and reading expression, and experimenting, and I worry for feel.
I worry for nuance, and catching meaning in the written word before emotional response. I worry for handiness and horse sense and wonder, if there will ever be a time again, where folks need to ride out to do a job and find out just how much is missing - and how much value there is in that small inbetween space. I’ve found much fulfillment there, but it’s also saved my life on many occasion- to have a horse who is handy, confident, and soft.