Do you ever consider the flip side of our horses’ souls? Certainly some of them are pure angels, but there are more than few who have flirted with the dark side of The Force. Wally, I’m afraid, is one of them, and I was reminded of this yesterday.
About a block from home we crossed paths with none other than his former trainer. I’ll call her “Amy.” She didn’t select Wally for the people who owned him before me. Those clients—a mom and her young daughter—bought Wally on their own. They arrived at Amy’s with the horse in tow and said, “Here. We bought this pretty gelding, and my daughter wants to show him.”
It soon became apparent that Wally wasn’t suitable for the timid girl and her mom. He learned right away how to bully them and quickly earned a reputation as an evil beast.
I knew all this before, but yesterday I was treated to a very special Wally War Story. I guess Amy still finds it intriguing that I am in love with Wally. The more I gush over him the more she tells me about his nefarious past.
“One time the girl decided to take him in a showmanship class at a Paint show,” Amy said. “Wally was always a little mouthy at home, but we’d been working on that and she’d practiced a lot with him and done well. But at the show, after she’d worked the showmanship pattern and was standing him up for the judge, he reached over and bit her, hard, right on her boob. There was this big, wet bite mark on her shirt. Of course, I’m on the rail just telling her to get after him, but it hurt so bad she just stood there crying.”
Oh, Wally! Bad, bad Wally! And here I thought it was naughty that he occasionally grabs the lead rope when I halter him.
Fortunately, Wally has been reformed. While he’d never be a good match for a naïve novice or someone looking for a “pet”, he is a lovely horse for me. But the whole recounting of that ugly episode reminded me how we have to keep an eye on our horses’ behavior, especially those horses that are aggressive or domineering in temperament. You never know when they’re going to go a little outlaw on you. Want another example involving human body parts?
My mom was recently sharing some pleasant horse tales with a few acquaintances. The mood changed abruptly when someone else told how their relative was visiting a backyard horse farm. She was patting the horses, feeding them carrots, and went to stroke the face of one gelding. He bit her nose off. Yes, you read that right: He bit her nose. Off her face.
Now you understand why I am committed to nipping (pardon the expression) Wally’s threatening behavior in the bud whenever it presents itself. I don’t mind if he acts cocky. He can go ahead and think he’s “all that.” But he is not allowed to revisit the dark side, ever again. I happen to like my nose.
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