A couple things have happened - horse stuff or PMK stuff first?
I choose horse stuff first.
A couple of things have been going on with Fabs.
For one, on....Saturday morning, as I asked him to move out of his stall so I could place his food out [he tends to be territorial-ish about his food -which I assume stems from going without/with very little for who knows how many years- so I ask him to back way way off before feeding him]. And he left his stall, but the second I asked him for another step out [since he left with a "grimace" on his face AND turned his butt to me in a threatening manner while turning], he charged at me intending to bite and strike. Thankfully he hadn't realllly committed so he finished his bite/strike about 10 feet from me, but it was still SO NOT OK.
So I hopped into the tack room, grabbed the lunge whip, and shooed him back out of the stall [which he had entered right after I went into the tack room]. I just smacked the ground and waved the whip at him, but the poor guy was shaking. :(
In any case, he's back to being much more respectful of me at feeding time.
I realized that this was mostly my bad: he tried something like this on one of his first days home [though not nearly as aggressively], I chased him out of the stall, he got more respectful, I figured we were over that.
And, for the last few weeks I've been allowing him to be in the stall as I place his food out, but I was still been making him wait until he makes a "nice" face [ears forward] before he's released to eat.
For the last few days, he hasn't been making a "nice" face, but it had been seeming like ears-listening-backwards were probably ok...
So from, from now on, his only option for feeding time is OUTSIDE the stall and he MUST give me nice ears. No halfway about it.
I was figuring that, like Lacey, once was enough and he understood that feeding time was nice time. Ha. Oh geldings.
Which that's ok, at least I know that about him now.
Feeding is one of those areas I was talking about before, I think. Like where he gets all weird and not the cuddly teddy bear I know... :(
Of course, I'm certainly not giving him leeway because he's had hard life...but the things he's seen really seem to affect him in some ways.
Hopefully he'll be better one day. :) We have 30 years, or some such thing, to get it figured out!!
I rode him today and I think he REALLY liked that trail ride. He was sooooo distracted in the direction of the front gate. I'm not sure exactly what to do about that. Maybe more trail rides will help...so he realizes that inside the pasture is pretttty easy compared to outside...
In fantastic news, at the very end of our ride, I actually got him neckreining a bit! He, obviously, had no idea what we were doing, but he went in a full zig-zag AND STOP just off my legs and seat. That literally
took Lacey years. They are such different horses..it's so interesting!
He didn't "get it" yet, at allll, but the foundation is there. Neckreining is SUCH a handy thing for the trail, imo.
I do a lot of going back and forth - especially when we might be going faster, I like to neckrein the trot especially because I don't think my hands are good enough to have contact AND post the trot.
Not to mention how handy neckreining just intrinsically is!
Ok, PMK time.
[or "New NG" haha...I think I like PMK better though - makes him his own person and whatnot]
We are DEFINITELY friends now.
I was talking with Gman and PMK walked past, saw me, broke into this huge grin, and kept walking. Gman, being Gman, immediately was like "OH EMILY! Look at YOU! Who was THAT?!!"
So that was hilarious.
Then it was time for our little host-meeting and one of my other friends [who is the greatest - he's married to his KINDERGARTEN sweetheart, he's a Celiac like me, AND you say his last name like "lol-er"] sat between PMK and I.
Then he was like "so, you and ___ [Gman], what's going on there? Is there something romantic happening? You guys have been talking
an awful lot." To which I immediately was all "oh no no, just good friends, etc etc" After all this, I happened to glance at PMK, and he immediately looked away like he had been listening in but didn't want us to know. hahaha So who knows.
And since when has "talking a lot" meant something was happening? If that were the case, I should have had like a bajillion boyfriends by now.
Anyway, so after this meeting, me and PMK headed upstairs...where we did a lot less hosting and a lot more standing together talking.
Turns out he is a nurse for the intestinal wing, or whatnot, at a hospital nearby so basically he does prep and aftercare on people who've had their insides messed with. Whaaaaat?
He told me some story about how he was driving yesterday, saw a field full of baby horses, and came to the conclusion that "it must be horse birthing season"
Horse birthing season? WHO SAYS THAT. hahahaha
Then, after all that, we started talking about how it's hard to remember people's name sometimes and how it's awkward when you remember them and they don't remember you. I made some comment about how I thought I was mildly forgettable sometimes and he was all "....I'm not sure how true that is. I've never met anyone less forgettable."
But yeah. Who knows.
In any case, he's nice and he likes talking to me. So we can be friends. :)