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
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.
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
Oh, I miss that horse! Great memories
Give him time and more time, and all will turn out
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.
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
Oh, I miss that horse! Great memories
Give him time and more time, and all will turn out
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