tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post7244507860982223894..comments2024-03-26T05:15:39.663-07:00Comments on Equestrian Ink: Personalities PlusJami Davenporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259390150273030284noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-11822042825366346862009-09-08T06:44:28.599-07:002009-09-08T06:44:28.599-07:00I enjoyed reading about all the personalities, Mic...I enjoyed reading about all the personalities, Michele! Much like the rundown of the stable where I used to work. So many different personalities! So many amusing antics, it's like having a classroom of different kids. We used to call the horses (there were fourteen) our kids! haha<br /><br />My two boys, both geldings, well, I think they are spoiled in a sense. They've had good lives. They came from a farm where there eleven other Spotted Saddle Horses, all well cared for. Both boys have great personalities, though very different.<br /><br />Bo (he's ten) can be bossy and grumpy, or sweet and loving. I think his mom was a boss mare because that's how he acts at times. But,he always defers to me. When he decides to push Spirit around, all I have to do is say his name, and he stops. He knows exactly what I mean! Kind of like when I was raising my two sons!<br /><br />Spirit tends to be like the young kid (though he's seven now) who tries so hard to please. He wants so much to do right. And he tries really hard to stay out of Bo's way when Bo has a "grumpy" day. <br /><br />I can tell, neither of these guys had been seriously mistreated in their previous lives. I know I was very fortunate to get these guys from such a caring owner. <br /><br />When I read about Hank,I was thinking how sad it was for him. Those fear memories he must have to deal with constantly. But, he has a good life now!<br /><br />It is so amazing to study the different personalities of horses, whether they're your own, or those at a stable. Always unique. Always different. <br />Leslie~Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00224646742863478548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-24958328237952877702009-09-06T13:30:32.068-07:002009-09-06T13:30:32.068-07:00Well, there's my mare, Frostie - in her 900-lb...Well, there's my mare, Frostie - in her 900-lb teenage years, her favorite expression (if she could talk) was, "I got an idea! Let's run, 'K?" Now that she's older, she expects me to keep her safe from all perceived threats, which means I have to walk next to the new trash can to keep her from snorting at it. She also has a problem with shoes - they never feel as nice as they did in the store. She walks away from Monte sound and is lame two hours later.<br /><br />Her son, Snoopy, is that kid who breaks his toys because he plays so rough. He's the loud boy, the one who is always in everyone else's space. He got in with the goats one day and amused himself by dragging them around by the tail. On the upside, he's a fabulous horse to ride - or was until he broke a hind sesamoid. He's recuperating nicely, if a little slowly, and I have high hopes of riding him again.<br /><br />I also must mention one of the lesson horses, Lulu. She is a (semi) retired showhorse and thinks that lessons and horse camps are beneath her. If I put someone too green on her, she lets me know by trying to bite me everytime she walks by.<br /><br />Gayle<br />http://thatsmysnoopy.blogspot.comGayle Carlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15783449240138097315noreply@blogger.com