Uh. Yeah. Long story short I took the filly out for a walk this afternoon. All was well, she was being fantastic and barely reacting to the cars passing. Stopped to chat to someone, and she stood nicely, very patient and respectful. UNTIL.
Some tool in a big expensive V8 came past. I mean he wasn't going ridiculously fast or anything but that engine was LOUD. Satin freaked, knocked me over, hit the end of the rope, and settled. I got up quick and made her go sideways fast so she didn't learn she could barge me... I couldn't care less if she's scared, she is GOING to stay out of my space! Anyway. Idiot saw me, could hear him laughing.
Satin relaxed and settled well and stood nicely and all was good, so when I finished chatting, we continued on our way, and then headed home. On the way back, idiot passed again, a little faster, a little closer, and a LOT louder. She didn't react as much but she still stepped on my foot! Pushed her sideways again and gave idiot the finger... his windows were up so there was no point in yelling at him what I wanted to, and there were kids around anyway.
He SAW her push me over and thank goodness I'd moved off the road onto the grass verge to chat to someone when she did or I'd be hurting right now. And it's not like she looks like a sensible adult horse, she is a BABY, she LOOKS like a baby (non-horsey people always say "what a cute foal" so no way does she look like an adult), he could CLEARLY see BOTH of us. And then he went and tried to spook her again.
On the plus side, she's only 13.2hh at the moment, so she's not too bad of a size to be having massive panic attacks... it's a good opportunity to gentle her to traffic while she's still relatively small and light. But WHY is it so hard for them to understand that horses are dangerous?
...I should let THEM handle her while I drive their car past just loud enough to make her fidget. Maybe rev the engine if they're still not getting the picture.
I remember the number plate sooo clearly. Is there anything I can do that'll teach them some respect? Or should I get over it and get on with the task of making sure that nothing anybody does with a car (or trailbike) is going to bother my girl? Sigh.