Thank you! I wish someone on here was close enough to come and watch! You are all very respectful in the way you give me advice!
When I got Breeze, she was my first horse. I got her because I wanted a project to train and break. I do admit, Breeze was spoiled at first. After the first few weeks, I stopped taking it easy on her, and began diciplining her. Believe me when she was bad, I would give her that 'come to jesus' feeling.
Also, it took about a week to get her halter broke and leading, as she came to me as an untouchable, wild, unweaned, yearling. The first day after I got her, I spent 7 hours trying to get close enough to touch her, and 2 attempts of trying to get a rope halter on her. Once that halter was on, she would let me very slowly walk up to her, but only me, and no one else, and that night I took it off, and the next day, she would not let me put it back on, so I bought a nylon halter, and put it on, and kept it on.
By the third day, she was letting me walk up to her slowly, groom her mane, and back, and tail. She let me pick up her feet for the first time, and if I was holding her halter, she would let others walk up to her.
The next few days, she was letting me lead her, we started tying her, grooming her, lifting and cleaning feet, and even going out of the pen she was in, to a larger pen, then back in her pen. By the end of the week she was coming to the gate when she saw me. We just seemed to go from there. About the 2nd week, she was in next to other horses, but not in with them, They broke her out 2 times, each time I would call, she would come, and I would put her back. The other horses gave her injuries also, like a wound to the face, bite marks, and she also has 2 gashes from barbed wire. Now Breeze is the dominant one over a gelding, but still sumissive to a mare.
I think a lot of her not listening to me the way I would like her to has a lot of her not being weaned until I brought her home, she was never seperated from her mother, and once I started going out there every day, she seemed to think of me the way she thought of her mother.