For all of you that have or have had dealings with the equine variety will all know how they remember the smallest fall out you two had, and will seek revenge at the most unexpected times!
These animals know how to flutter their eyelids for a Polo or Granny Smith, and know how to lull you in to a false sense of security to make you so confident that you believe you will beat the world one day. But, after those lovely positive feelings, when full of pride and confidence - you find yourself scraping yourself up off the thistle riddled verge and starting a one man chase to get back your then galloping stead so you can crawl back home and start again.
Why and how do they do this?! They can read humans like a book that is how and why. For instance if you have a horse that doesn't like to be caught, 9 times out of 10 when you don't want to catch him he will be following you around the field... But that day when you need to get him in ready for an important competition, he will see you as a horse eating, fire breathing dragon with the scariest head collar ever mass produced.
Wind...
I am not talking about the type of wind that comes from the back end (Although sometimes an issue). I have one horse, Josh that passes wind frequently when walking past pedestrians - Unfortunately when doing it, it sounds very much like a human - And I have had many comments such as ‘Did you hear that? What a dirty cow'. Oh the embarrassment.
But no i am talking about the ultra scary type of wind, which can make your once normal mounting block quite terrifying. Do you get this? Or am I just blessed with buying complete hypochondriacs? The slight gust of wind can change the horse in to a complete, how can I put this? Pratt. That fits well. Quite often I would be trying to get on my super fit showjumper, who will jump any huge obstacle - But not stand still to be mounted due to monsters in the hedge. I would be half way down the drive whilst still trying to get my right leg over the saddle.
When the weather was calm on the other hand, it is too much effort to break out of trot on the way home!
Wow...this story sure brought back memories of when I had my horses. One of my most favorite Quarterhorses was "Misty". Hard-headed, opinionated, and a rule breaker, she was and is in my heart forever.
