SAJohn
Hunter
I don't recall this subject having been previously discussed here, so I am going to tell a few of my horse stories.
The only horse I ever owned was named Ben. He was an older gentleman who was intelligent and had a sense of humor. His favorite trick was to sneak up on me while I was working on my hands and knees (somehow this giant fellow could move soundlessly) and put his head on my shoulder. We are talking about a near heart attack.
Once I was digging a waterline trench in a narrow passageway between Ben's stall and a fence. I took a break and when I came back I discovered that he had backed into the narrow confines about 30 feet so he could poop in my ditch.
He loved to be saddled up and ridden but at an age of about 20, he wasn't all that steady of foot so the rides were of short duration and over soft level land.
One of my dogs, Bridget, spent hours each day stalking Ben from outside his corral. Ben actually enjoyed this and would move around to work her butt off. This activity kept them both of them in good shape. On day I accidentally left the gate to Ben's enclosure ajar and Bridget ventured inside. Old Ben took off after Bridget. I looked up just in time to see Bridget running for her life, her tail tucked between her legs because Ben's giant teeth were snapping at her hind quarters. After that I could leave that gate wide open and Bridget would never venture inside.
Both of them are now buried near each other on my property.
John
The only horse I ever owned was named Ben. He was an older gentleman who was intelligent and had a sense of humor. His favorite trick was to sneak up on me while I was working on my hands and knees (somehow this giant fellow could move soundlessly) and put his head on my shoulder. We are talking about a near heart attack.
Once I was digging a waterline trench in a narrow passageway between Ben's stall and a fence. I took a break and when I came back I discovered that he had backed into the narrow confines about 30 feet so he could poop in my ditch.
He loved to be saddled up and ridden but at an age of about 20, he wasn't all that steady of foot so the rides were of short duration and over soft level land.
One of my dogs, Bridget, spent hours each day stalking Ben from outside his corral. Ben actually enjoyed this and would move around to work her butt off. This activity kept them both of them in good shape. On day I accidentally left the gate to Ben's enclosure ajar and Bridget ventured inside. Old Ben took off after Bridget. I looked up just in time to see Bridget running for her life, her tail tucked between her legs because Ben's giant teeth were snapping at her hind quarters. After that I could leave that gate wide open and Bridget would never venture inside.
Both of them are now buried near each other on my property.
John