Sunday, 26. April 2009 17:46
All photos for this post compliments : Wojtek Kwiatkowski
I took Paisano out for a ride today. The plan was to ride him for about 2 miles then come home to take Pro out for about 1 mile walk later this evening.
Best laid plans… I should know better, I have had horses how long?
The first part of the ride Pai was exceptional, so exceptional that I thought hmmm…? Karen McClain from Twitter lives right down the road from me, I’m thinking I’ll just ride down to her place and check in on her. That would lengthen our ride to about 3 miles round trip. About two thirds the way to Karen’s place Pai began to spook at things, obviously calculating his spooks well ahead of time which brought my attention to the game he was beginning to play. After a short visit with Karen, we headed off and it looked like it was going to be a relaxed ride home. Yet something told me that if I went back the way we came that Pai would start looking for his spook spots and start playing his game again, thus we went a different route. Everything look as though we would have a nice quiet ride home, but then I’ve been wrong before. I have to admit I think Pai kind of lost his focus. I’m use to horses having a much longer focus. Pai reminds me of someone who is sheltered and wants to be careful not to get into iffy situations. He seems like he wouldn’t have a clue about how get himself out of a nasty situation unscathed. You know soft. Kinda of the soft guy on an adventure hero’s journey. I’m certain this is just a developmental stage he is going through, but it flared up today smacking us square in the face when a dalmatian dog ran up to the fence line across the road from us on the way home. It had to be the most frightening sight Pai had ever seen loosing it all together. I decided he had had enough so I dismounted to calm him down. Guess I’m going to get that one mile walk in today without Pro in tow.
You know how to offend a Spanish Mustang owner don’t you? Call their horses a BLM Mustang? Nah, that’s just a good way to get them fired up to teach you right from wrong. You can call their horses ponies, cute, plunky, nag, even plug. But don’t ever call their magnificent Spanish steed and Arab!
I have to say that Pasiano did an unforgivable thing today. He shamed me something awful. First off he was mad at me for making him go down this new road, then he was certain he would be eaten by the ghostly dalmatian, and then once I’m afoot an Arabian came charging across the paddock next to us tail flagging, snorting and looking quite grand. That was it, Pai fell apart, but then he caught himself and thought, “Oh no way!”, he would not be outdone! My Pai would not have any of that!
Oh and in public too!
We had our share of this…
oh yes we lots of this and tons of deer springy trot and stiff legged pouncey walk…
Oh and when I suggested to Paisano that he might want to act more like a Spanish horse in public, this is what I got.
With this as a threat, if I didn’t like his highly refined Arabian impersonation.
I’ll tell you that Arab had nothing on Pai today, and the neighbors, to my shagrin, just had to come out of their homes to compliment me on my rare colored Arabian. How low can I hang my head?
All photos compliments : Wojtek Kwiatkowski
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