My first horse was an emaciated, 15hh QH/paint mutt that got stuck with the name Painter because no one could think of a name, hehe. He had pretty much no training, he could back REALLY well, jig up and down, or race around with his headstraight up in the air pratically falling down. I had to teach him how to stop and walk. He was dangerous in the stall and would literally run you down to get in his, or anyone's stall. But he seemed really sweet when I was riding
But.... then he got some weight and well, it got interesting. TO make a long story shorter, I went through bucking "spooks" to try and dump me, taking off, spins and more. He has incredible talent as a jumper, but mentally can't handle it and TAKES OFF for fences.
Now, he is the most terrific ride on the flat ever. He bends, he's soft, I love it. He used to need regular chasing, lunging, and 4-5 rides a week before I'd get on, back when we were trying to jump him. Now, he gets ridden twice a week by my parents or me. The other day I got on bareback after he had five days off! He is just a perfect match for me. Who cares he totally destroyed my confidence at one point? Now, I can't get enough of his lightness, his respponsiveness, his bend, sigh.... Now I want to go ride Painter!