I seem to bring out the personality in animals. From day one Pickles was unique(thus the name). She was barely halter broke and she chose me, stood by my side in an open field and refused to leave me. She was quirky from day one, but it seems to get more pronounced as she grows up.
it started with a texture obsession. anything with an odd texture needed to be nuzzled, nibbled and picked up.
then, while the BO was fencing she stole her leather gloves from a post top, ran away with the, chewed them up and finally spit them out at the BO's feet
next time it was the hammer. she set it down for a second, heard galloping hooves and it was gone. she found it in the water trough.
yesterday she was finishing a section of pole fence on a corral. she had a bucket of screws on the tail gate. she turns around to find pickles, standing innocently with screws protruding from her lips. the BO tries to retrieve the screws, which pickles interprets as a game of chase. finally in a frustrated attempt to get her to stand still, the BO smacked her, at which point she, being the helpful horse that she is, spit the screws out in the snow!
(The Bo closed to corral until the screws can be found)
what do you even do with a horse like this??