This reminded me of my old horse, Jack. I was 11 when we went "shopping" for a new horse, as I was outgrowing the "old fart" lol... I looked at and rode sooooo many horses, oh wow, it was ALOT. Liked a few of them, but the instant I saw Jack I was in love. He was in a corral with a donkey and a llama and he had the most beautiful tail dragging the ground. He rode like a dream, so slow and easy, a pleasure riders' dream, earning him the name "Cadillac Jack"... Eventually ![Wink ;) ;)](/styles/byc-smilies/wink.png)
We got him home and the first thing he did was refuse to unload, and pulled out half of his beautiful tail rearing back when I tried to hitch him to the trailer. He chewed his stall door to pieces, bit me on the behind whenever I cleaned his feet, and had what I thought was a vengeful habitbif lunging sideways, throwing me off.
We hated each other for a while there. But the more we rode together and the more we got to know each other and anticipate his moves, he started to respect me and I started to love him.
By the second year, we were best buds. I could jump on him in the pasture with no halter and ride, he felt my commands through my legs and heeded my voice. He was wonderful, just needed a little time to get acquainted with his new home and family.![Smile :) :)](/styles/byc-smilies/smile.png)
That's not to say, that each spring when I got him out to ride for the first time after being cooped up all winter, he would give a little kick and have to run a bit, get those ants out of his pants![Wink ;) ;)](/styles/byc-smilies/wink.png)
Oh, I miss that horse! Great memories![Wink ;) ;)](/styles/byc-smilies/wink.png)
Give him time and more time, and all will turn out![Smile :) :)](/styles/byc-smilies/smile.png)
![Wink ;) ;)](/styles/byc-smilies/wink.png)
We got him home and the first thing he did was refuse to unload, and pulled out half of his beautiful tail rearing back when I tried to hitch him to the trailer. He chewed his stall door to pieces, bit me on the behind whenever I cleaned his feet, and had what I thought was a vengeful habitbif lunging sideways, throwing me off.
We hated each other for a while there. But the more we rode together and the more we got to know each other and anticipate his moves, he started to respect me and I started to love him.
By the second year, we were best buds. I could jump on him in the pasture with no halter and ride, he felt my commands through my legs and heeded my voice. He was wonderful, just needed a little time to get acquainted with his new home and family.
![Smile :) :)](/styles/byc-smilies/smile.png)
That's not to say, that each spring when I got him out to ride for the first time after being cooped up all winter, he would give a little kick and have to run a bit, get those ants out of his pants
![Wink ;) ;)](/styles/byc-smilies/wink.png)
Oh, I miss that horse! Great memories
![Wink ;) ;)](/styles/byc-smilies/wink.png)
Give him time and more time, and all will turn out
![Smile :) :)](/styles/byc-smilies/smile.png)
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