|View single post by TessieBAgain|
|Posted: Thu Jul 15th, 2010 07:21 pm||
|Here is another!
The horse in this avatar is a Quarter horse mare who was very dominant and tolerated very little foolishness. She was a top endurance horse that knew how to navigate a trail and to heck with those who couldn't. At that time, I tolerated very little foolishness and wanted a trail horse deluxe so we got along. We had a few minor issues to work out but when she decided to bond with me she gave me her heart in a manner no other horse has ever done.
Cody had a big motor. Bred for racing, she never reached the size needed for the track, and did not have the temperament for barrel racing. Then someone attempted to teach her western pleasure. All this before 3 years and she was a rather angry horse. I purchased her because her owner 'couldn't get her to trot right'.
After riding her on the trails for 3 years Cody finally found her purpose in life. Extreme trail riding. Endurance riders know what I mean. A horse has got to have a lot of heart to take this kind of riding. Cody loved it. She plowed through some of the worst terrain that nature could offer and never let me down. And she never did trot right. After years of walking the trails Cody developed a soft gait that was described at an 'old time foxtrot'. She'd find that gear and go all day with her head doing that small bob and tail up like a flag.
She was an interesting character and occasionally showed her marish sense of humor just when I needed it.
During one judged trail ride (many years ago), the obstacles that were set up kept falling apart. I could tell Cody was not all happy with all this stuff falling around her, but true to her nature she would see this through. Now, everyone knows a dominant mare on a bad day is one bad horse. Cody was having a bad day but was trying to do her job.
The last obstacle was a rolled-up tarp that was pulled across her path when she approached. She was supposed to pause, look, and step over it. Instead she pinned her ears at the man moving the tarp, snatched the tarp out his arms, and flung it on the ground before her. She looked at him, looked at the tarp, pawed it, flung it about, stomped on it and finally stood on it and glared at the man.
I could almost hear her say, 'You want this tarp, come get it.'
All eyes were on me and my enraged mare. I gently put my hand across her withers and said, "Be a lady. We have a job to do."
She whistled an angry snort and tossed her head as if to say, 'how dare he?'
"Now. Now." I stroked her mane. "We have a job to do."
To show what she thought of him, she urinated on the tarp, defecated, and stepped off. She gave the man one last look, huffed at him, and moved on. The fella was good about her tantrum and bowed to her. He smiled at me and wished me luck.
I figured she would be disqualified for such behavior but one of the judges said she was the only horse to actually cross that particular obstacle even if she did in an a marish way.