High Chaparral at RelaxRanch

Somehow it seems that all animals that come to us have a very unique and special personality. Why this is so, I can not say. Evil tongues, however, claim that it has something to do with the fact that I am also a little crazy. In any case, I know one thing for sure: as long as I have my crazy pets around me, I will certainly not be bored.

Since I had my hands full to act the following described event, I unfortunately could not film it with my smartphone. But I try to describe it as good as possible.

It all started when I met my neighbor on the way home yesterday, who was standing at the bus stop with his two horses waiting for his daughter to ride home with her afterwards. To cut a long story short: He rode one horse, the other one just walked along free, saddled and bridled. So he did not lead it along on the rope, but it ran FREE simply behind him.

So far, so good. After I had spoken briefly with him, I continued my drive home and pondered a bit about what I had just seen and about my two boys at home. It made me feel quite bad and I must unfortunately admit that envy was already starting to eat away at me inside. Because my neighbors have had their two mares for about 6 months and have nothing to do with Natural Horsemanship. I have had my jacks for three years and really do everything I can to build communication and trust, always have horse trainers to support me, etc. My neighbors just sit on them and ride off. But anyway.

So I arrive home and it gnaws at me inside. But sorry, after years of work we can do that, right? So I halter my two bullies, take Smarty on the rope and Q trots (FREE) well-behaved behind us. How else? He has panic fear of being alone, then he will probably stay with us. So everything is no problem. I am enthusiastic, happy as punch. Arrived at the end of the pasture, I open the fence and we go out in threes. One more note: The dogs Lucky and Jonna are in the garden.

I continue walking and Q suddenly seems to be very excited, because he probably realizes that he is walking freely. But all is well. He runs briefly in the opposite direction, Smarty and I keep walking, Q comes to his senses and sprints back to us. Exhale! All is well! On we go. Just once around the house and back to the stable. No need to overdo it on the first day. So we come around the corner (the dogs are in the garden), Q stops, turns around and runs again in the opposite direction. Not so bad, Smarty and I continue to the stable, I know that Q is a little coward. I am already at the stable with Smarty when Q comes trotting up from behind. Lucky, whose hobby it is to run back and forth barking wildly at the fence when the horses are on the other side of the fence, comes running up and does what he does best: play the strong man. The horses, knowing this posturing and not being impressed, remain totally cool even now. Q walks over to the fence, lowers his head and so dog and horse stand nose to nose and Q seems to be saying something to Lucky. I hear him whisper, "Real thin ice, boy. I'd advise you to keep your head down or it won't end well." But Lucky is lulled into a sense of security by the fence between them.

So I go into the back of the stable with Smarty, unhook him, go to the front, open up so that Q can go in the front. Because he is already standing there. Unfortunately, he now gallops between the garden fence and the fence of the paddock away from the stable again. Q on the outside of the garden fence, Lucky barking on the inside. In the meantime, Smarty is casually walking back out of the barn to freedom. A huge hullabaloo. So it goes for about 20 minutes, both horses free, between stable and garden, Smarty back in, I close the front, but see with horror that the back is still open and he runs out the back again. Honestly, even horses can give you the finger and what can I say, they've probably never had so much fun.

In any case, to come to a conclusion: Lucky feels safe as in Abraham's lap and runs yelping back and forth, accompanied by Q galloping back and forth on the other side. And then? Suddenly "YUMP", Q jumps over the fence, in to the dogs in the garden. All in a state of shock. Lucky freezes to hydrochloric acid, Jonna presses herself trembling against the patio door and no one seems to be breathing. But a second later Lucky barks again (somehow there was a little bit of courage that dared to come out again), Q turns his backside to him, kicks out backwards once - with a distance of two meters - my big mouth has rolled over and trotted to the door. Okej, probably not so funny after all, when the horse is in the same yard. And Q started to graze.

Zuguterletzt I brought Q back to the stable, was able to outsmart Smarty, so that all were back where they belonged. I will probably sooner or later acquire a Gopro camera or whatever it's called and put it on my head, because it's such a shame that I couldn't film this hour.

But let's be honest: Do I deserve this? But if you're a free spirit yourself, you shouldn't be surprised if your environment adapts.

In this sense: Warm greetings from the sometimes not soooo relaxed RelaxRanch

Your Ilvy