What is the story about the black horse? Me likey!
Toby is his name, and he a morgan cross. We bought him as a green horse six years ago from the barn my sister was riding at. He was a good hunter prospect and had some issues to work through - water fears and such, but nothing serious. Unfortunately, when my sister started Pony Club, we crossed paths with a trainer who was non-empathetic with horses and dishonest with clients. As inexperienced horse people, we watched Toby get pushed out of his comfort zone, pushed to jump higher and higher, and pushed to obey and respect people that didn't deserve it. It was one particularily difficult day when the trainer got on, and, without even walking a few steps, began beating him.
It was after that when Toby really snapped and developed problems with chronic rearing and bucking, and a complete distrust in people. So we decided to throw him out to pasture for a year and start again.
Five years later, and he's a very confident horse. We're able to groom him, lead him, treat wounds, and basically the whole lot with ground manners. He still has lingering fears of trailering (he reared up and got stuck in a manger while being loaded, and hasn't trusted the trailer since) and water/spray bottles, but these are things that are being worked through slowly, like everything else has been. He still has moderate seperation anxiety and weariness of strangers, but we're proud of the progress he's made. We've been teaching him to lunge again and we're thinking of riding him in the Spring if all goes well.
We like to brag about him being a very
easy keeper, a gentle giant, and probably the most well behaved of the three (surprisingly!). I hope that he continues to improve - he's our resident fatty and I'm not sure we'll ever have the heart to sell him!