June through August was full of assorted experiences, learning about ourselves and each other, getting in lots of good exercise, and just being plain silly. I was riding her every day unless the weather did not permit. If too hot, I'd let her loose in our makeshift arena and we'd just run and play around.
After we established ourselves well in the arena, we began trail riding through the many nearby wooded trails. I was surprised to find that right from the start, she was not the least bit spooky, and she was very confident heading away from home without a trail buddy. This was a drastic difference from her dangerous bolts back home just months before. Off we went, exploring beautiful trails and riding through flowery fields like you see in the movies.
One day, Susan thought it would be a great idea to cut her long, flowing mane. She didn't really know what she was getting herself into. I showed up as usual and her mane was a jagged mess. I texted her, "Decided to cut her mane?" and she replied back "Let's pretend it never happened."
I pulled her mane to make it look a bit less jagged, but still nothing comparable to the mane she had before.
Some ideas, looking back on them, were probably not so smart. Missy had long had an aversion to being tied, especially cross-tied. For whatever reason, I figured one day it would be a good idea to cross-tie her to a birch tree and a white pine, both rather small. Flexible enough that she wouldn't necessarily feel as restrained, and if she decided to fight it, wouldn't be able to break the tree or the ties or herself. Again, looking back on it, probably not a bright idea, but it did work! No more tying problems to anything after that.
Missy had also had a long-standing hatred of farriers. My guess is no one regularly handled her feet in between farrier appointments while she was at the rescue. When Susan adopted her, part of her adoption page said "requires sedation for farrier visits." The first farrier visit Susan scheduled (way back after she first adopted her), they did not sedate her, and the farrier left bloody. As sweet as she was, she did not appreciate her feet being worked on. I think all she needed was daily hoof handling/picking and getting used to being held still, as she greatly improved fairly quickly and no longer mauled farriers.