|look at skinny race Courage!|
Most of you know that I met Courage when he was still racing. When I met him, he was the been-there-done-that horse that anyone could handle. On the ground. He was definitely NOT his exercise rider's favorite horse and he certainly wasn't one they put new riders up on.
I knew that.
Sometime after C came home with me, I started hearing more about why exactly the exercise rider wasn't a fan.
|this horse be stubborn?!|
My friend the trainer got C about a year before I started going to the track. And he wasn't going to pander to C. And I've heard stories about sky leaping and rearing and hopping down the track on his back legs because he was so mad that he wasn't getting to bolt.
|loving the evening light|
Once he figured out it wasn't going to get him anywhere, he gave it up. (Of course, his exercise rider was ECSTATIC to see him go. I can't really blame the guy.)
So at the end of the day, that's the horse I knew and that's the horse I know I can get back. Courage can and will give it up. And then he'll be fine.
|hard things make sexy bodies tho|
Unfortunately for him, he's too much horse to be happy tooling around giving old ladies trail rides, so he's got to learn to love his job.
|He's a jackass, but I love him.|
And to this point, he hasn't thrown anything at me that I can't handle or that is dangerous.
Even the other night, when he had his complete meltdown on the lunge line--when he started escalating, he got in BIG TROUBLE. And he only had to do that a couple of times before he realized it was a Really Bad Idea.
It's definitely not a perfect situation, but I believe in the little guy.