I stood back and watched. Both ladies had decided he needed to be taught a lesson. So out came the lunging whip and round and round the arena he was forced to go until he was quite steamed up. He is not my horse but if he were mine I would treat him differently
Eventually, the ladies decided the gelding had been put back in his place. I went over and collected him. I calmed him down, gave him a stroke and talked with him for a couple of minutes . Finally I led him back into the stable yard to be untacked. Yes, he muzzle nudged me on the way but it was his way of being friendly. I shoved him back. In a quaint sort of way I quite like him He asks for a stroke just like my dog does, indeed the horse reminds of a bull terrier I once owned. I gave the horse a good grooming and smuggled to him, out of sight of the ladies, a couple of biscuits. I dressed him up for the cold weather and led him back out into his paddock alongside the other horses. By this time he was calm again. Of course the ladies said I was being too soft on him.
The sad thing is, that at this stage of my life, I personally don’t know another female that feels the same way towards horses that I do. When driving home I thought back over my life with horses and asked myself which women approached their horse(s) the same was as I try to do. Not one woman came to mind. However four men from my past I am sure would have done exactly the same in the circumstances as I had done.
We men think differently about things, as most of you ladies already know. It is a brave man who signs up to enter the female dominated horse world to be found in the English style world of riding.
A lot of men think the idea to be too daunting.