If horses could talk... and mouth off.
Welcome to "If horses could talk... and mouth off," a personal journal about me, my experiences with training horses, owning a stallion, and working as an assistant trainer/instructor in a major show/training barn.
Anyone is welcome to take a gander and hopefully gain some positive feedback into their own lives and experiences with horses. :)
These journal enteries will be presented in pink'n'lime as those are my two fave colors.
So my last experience was a silly one, and a great opener to this journal. I was in Spiders stall the other day, noticing how much splintering there was behind the front wooden boards that make up his stall door. Normally I wouldn't have cared, but unfortunately I noticed quite a lot of black hairs sticking out of the splintering, and when I turned around there was spider standing with his head down, and a long scratch above his right eyebrow. I immediately face-palmed and even told him, "You had to go and rub on the splintering, didn't you?" But of course I got no response, just a horse that wanted the "owie" to go away. So after I put some "blue goo" on his wound and generally rolled my eyes at his silliness while doing so, I went to work on brainstorming how I was going to deal with the splintered wood.I knew that given the chance Spider would rub his head again, and I didnt want to risk another injury or have him rub off his lovely forelock, so I started ducktaping the splinters down (for lack of anything better to do), when my silly pony comes up and tries to peel them off. I shoe him away and continue my work when he waddles back and starts to play with my hair. This annoys me so I shoe him away again, this time with more force behind my language. He stays away for a good 5 minutes before he waddles back again... this time he just stands reaaaaaaally close to my face. So there I was, ducktaping the splinters when I feel this sudden and repetitive hot breeze hit the back of my face. I turn slightly around and BAM! There he was half an inch from my face. This time I kick at him, and he jumps to the other end of the stall. Finally when Im done ducttaping I realize it was probably rather stupid to ducttape the wood since I didnt know whether or not the adhesive could be dangerous if Spides peeled it off. So off it came! I spent the next 5 minutes peeling it all off while Spider stood there looking at me like I was an idiot. Yeah he got the last laugh...