tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post6123327724534447596..comments2023-11-02T07:37:15.562-07:00Comments on I Hate Your Horse: I Have to Do What?!??!!Trainer Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430344352484574684noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-63513581254091399412008-10-31T16:02:00.000-07:002008-10-31T16:02:00.000-07:00Phew, good. I was really worried about that. Rea...Phew, good. I was really worried about that. Really, I was. *not so much* ;-) Happy Halloween!2toads2luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13735592319606699873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-58449696423250788592008-10-31T15:54:00.000-07:002008-10-31T15:54:00.000-07:00Third! I think its only cool to say "First" on th...Third! I think its only cool to say "First" on the Fugly Horse blog who gets a zillion comments a day. Its a pretty big deal to be first there :-).<BR/><BR/>JenNever Say Never Greyhoundshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00001070229800933763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-92008028638826814642008-10-31T14:06:00.000-07:002008-10-31T14:06:00.000-07:00And DAMN, I keep forgetting to simply write "FIRST...And DAMN, I keep forgetting to simply write "FIRST" when I get to be the first poster. That's what all the cool kats do, right? I'm so not cool. Story of my life.2toads2luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13735592319606699873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666513011419975671.post-14303943677079426262008-10-31T14:05:00.000-07:002008-10-31T14:05:00.000-07:00I had one that was the opposite of that, but in th...I had one that was the opposite of that, but in the end not in a good way. Was a little shit everytime he was worked with, bucked and kicked EVERY TIME the saddle came near him, humpy and snorty in the round pen, but (after several weeks of ground work) got on him and he simply walked. Didn't walk out, but the egg shell walk with the tail tight between the legs. I was ALWAYS ready for the explosion that didn't come... until about 2 weeks into it. I should've worn my cape, because that little shit LAUNCHED me. He decided that was the day he was going to do it, and do it he did. He actually never let me back on after that, flipped over a few times (violently) in an effort to get the saddle on, and became just plain dangerous. He had been donated to the camp I worked for, and I think he had some screws missing. Cute little shitter, but in the end was just unsafe.2toads2luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13735592319606699873noreply@blogger.com