My bomb-proof horse is NOT siren-proof. He flipped out, started backing and sidepassing, he was pawing at the ground, not Red. Mom had to grab a rein to help me keep him in control. It was all stress. He was peeing everywhere, pooped a dozen times and tensed up, his eyes got huge and he was just scared to death. We spent half of the ride totally tense and stressed. Once we got about halfway done, he relaxed. Got him back to the trailer and loaded him, he did perfect again and you could see him just let out a breath like "oh geeze never again". We managed to leave the keys to our car in the trailer, so we had to get a ride to the barn and back to the old parking lot, but it's only like 2 miles away so no biggy. Once we were back to the barn, I walked into the gate and he saw me, nickered and ran over. It's a good thing horse's are forgiving because I would've been pouting in the corner and upset. I took his tack off, got him all comfy, gave him some much deserved treats and promised him that I'd never do that again. :)) Brushed him out, loved on him and made sure he was A-Okay before I let him out. As usual, he didn't want to leave me but once he saw Bay-Bay, he took off galloping to her and I cleaned up. Le sigh, I felt like a horrible horse owner yesterday. Everyone was like "Oh he's only 12 and he'll get over the fear if you continue trying" but no, I'm not trying again. There's no sense in putting him under so much stress. I didn't buy a horse to go in parades and show and rodeo and I let myself get sucked into that. There's nothing wrong with showing, rodeo'ing or parades, but sometimes, you just need to, well, not do it. :)) :)) I didn't get a horse for that, I got one to be friends, partners with it, and just ride. I let myself get caught up in the excitement and it ended up making our night horrible when I could've spent it in a pasture, doing what we love the most, together and comfortable. Sorry, Red. :(
I have more photos, but this is the only one I've edited and posted on anything. I'll post the rest later.
|Before the stress. Being my perfect horse.|