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Oh the mustang! yes my favorite! Did you adopt yours? I was lucky enough to have owned two a different times. I was not the original adopter with either one, but the second owner. My first mustang turned out to be the best horse. I rode him everywhere. I could even had one child on the front and one child on the back and away we would go. I could ride him into town, through the horse parade, through artichoke fields, up to the sprinklers in the fields, on the beach, along the road, he was great! My second mustang was a different story. He had been abused and was very scared of people, especially if you had anything in your hand. He tried attacking me once when I had a bucket of grain. He thought I was going to beat him with it. He was afraid of it and shook. It took me awhile, but I brought him around, even rode him through the parade with all those people on the sides of the street with hats and all kinds of things! The he started turning on me and I could not figure out what I was doing wrong. It was horrid, why was he so mean. Well, he started having convulsions and stumbling and all kinds of weird stuff. I ended up having to put him down because I felt I was watching him die and the vet said you are making the right decision. He took the brain at no charge, which I am really glad, because the poor horse had a golf ball size tumor growing in his brain. I had always thought the horse had a headache. So it wasn't me after all, it was all the pain he was in. But for a couple years he was a really great horse, never took my children on him though.
Oh the mustang! yes my favorite! Did you adopt yours? I was lucky enough to have owned two a different times. I was not the original adopter with either one, but the second owner. My first mustang turned out to be the best horse. I rode him everywhere. I could even had one child on the front and one child on the back and away we would go. I could ride him into town, through the horse parade, through artichoke fields, up to the sprinklers in the fields, on the beach, along the road, he was great! My second mustang was a different story. He had been abused and was very scared of people, especially if you had anything in your hand. He tried attacking me once when I had a bucket of grain. He thought I was going to beat him with it. He was afraid of it and shook. It took me awhile, but I brought him around, even rode him through the parade with all those people on the sides of the street with hats and all kinds of things! The he started turning on me and I could not figure out what I was doing wrong. It was horrid, why was he so mean. Well, he started having convulsions and stumbling and all kinds of weird stuff. I ended up having to put him down because I felt I was watching him die and the vet said you are making the right decision. He took the brain at no charge, which I am really glad, because the poor horse had a golf ball size tumor growing in his brain. I had always thought the horse had a headache. So it wasn't me after all, it was all the pain he was in. But for a couple years he was a really great horse, never took my children on him though.