When we rescued him, that day felt seriously like a dream, all throughout the entire day. And as he got fat enough to ride him, it turned into a night mare. He was as sweet as apple pie, but crazier than anything I had ever imagined. But his sweetness didn't make up for his random bouts of bucking, of rearing, of bolting, of kicking, and biting. It was clear, he had absolutely no trust in me, or respect.
Slowly, we started working together, ever so slowly, he started to have more respect, and then I seen some trust, obedience, and willingness. Until I didn't even recognize him from the horse he used to be.
I think we had the real fall through the day I caught him laying out in the pasture. I walked up to him, and layed their with him, for the first time. It was what felt like the shortest few minutes of my life. I realized it was then, that he had given his trust over to me. After that, he never bucked, reared, bolted, kicked, or showed any signs of disrespect... He seemed to have... changed, over night, the weirdest thing...
Anyhow, here is some photos of him
His first day home
Learning how to jump (He looks thrilled, huh?)
Getting a tad bit better... (He is the over jump master)
Now (Keep in mind, he had never been ridden bareback, or jumped before)
Still picture taken off of a video.
Getting a bath
Quietly waiting for me to return with his long awaited sugar cube