My heart horse was bred for the show ring. Had performance champions up and down his pedigree, and his sire took a Top 10 at the Arabian Nationals back in the day. He had siblings who went on to their own winning show careers over the years.
That horse hated
showing. Absolutely loathed it. He was the most miserable, angry beast on show days. I actually had a judge tell me my horse would place better if he wasn't so obviously angry about the whole thing.
When he was 10 y/o, I took him on a trail ride. He was a completely different horse! Ears up, eager to go, happy to do anything and everything I asked him. I loved him too much to continue to try and force a square peg into a round hole, and there was no way I was going to sell him, so I switched disciplines for him.
a performance horse, he just didn't want to do it in a show ring.
I miss that evil, opinionated little beast. I called him my little bay demon in horse form his whole life. I also called him Killer, which I think he preferred to his regular barn name of Conny.
He had a way of stepping off the trailer and looking around as if to say, "I'm here. You may admire me now". The interesting thing is, he always did draw a crowd because he had that 'look of eagles' the Arabian people always talk about. He of course, just figured it was his due.
****, I'm going to make myself cry if I don't stop.