Let’s have an update on the Trio.
Tiffany, the green boarder, moved out. She took Dollar with her.
This was a good thing. Dollar turned into a bit of a bully, not only harassing Trooper around, but also shoving his nose into any human’s space. He understood, I believe, that he was not supposed to intrude on one’s space, but Tiffany and who knows who else had spoiled this by feeding him treats every single time they interacted with him.
It got so bad that I could not go into the pasture and handle Trooper without big ol’ Dollar horning in. He never hurt me, but it’s pretty hard to work around this big rhinoceros who will NOT move, NOT back up, INSISTS that you pay attention to him.
On the other hand, he took all the punishment Penny could dish out and was completely unaffected by it. This spared Trooper a lot of grief.
One day Patti went into Dollar’s stall to feed him his grain, and Dollar lunged at her, teeth bared. He didn’t want to stand back, he didn’t want to wait for Patti to say “okay”. No, he wanted that grain now with none of the formalities.
Tiffany would have dropped it and ran.
Fortunately, Patti is unfraid and gave him a good solid kick in the ribs (where one is supposed to hit a horse, should he need it. Horses discipline other horses by kicking.)
Dollar was astonished, but moved back precipitously and stayed there. Apparently he’d forgotten that some humans weren’t so enamored or afraid of him when he issued orders. Because what he did WAS an order. Like every social animal, he’d been working his way up the dominance ladder from the git go. Now that he’d put Trooper and Penny below him, it was time to take on the humans. He already had Tiffany pegged as a pushover. I stayed clear of him…he wasn’t my horse, and I’m sure if Tiffany had seen me disciplining HER horse, she would have bitched. But Patti was the Barn Owner, and did all the feeding.
Patti clued him in to reality. She thought for a moment she’d let him go without grain..he didn’t really need it. But, she said, he HAD obeyed, so she fed him.
I swear, the person who ‘trained’ Dollar, and by extension, ‘trained” Tiffany, should be horsewhipped. She taught that horse NOTHING.
Once Dollar was moved out (back to Spokane, I suppose), Patti was suddenly in love with a new horse: Dodger. She eventually bought him and installed him in the barn.
He’s trained to second level. When I watched him being worked, Patti had already worked him for almost an hour, and he’s been loafing all winter. Then Kim, Patti’s trainer, got on him so that I could video him. He bitched, for a while, then settled down to work.
I handled him yesterday. He’s pretty big, I’m guessing he’s 16.3 (and he’s barefoot). Yesterday, Larry and Patti were busy as one of their goats was kidding. I pitched in to help. I mucked stalls, brought in Trooper and Penny and fed them. Then I went to get Dodger. He came trotting up to me, crying in anxiety. He was convinced that, being the FNG (effing New Guy), he was going to be left alone out there without any dinner. He stood like a gentleman for me to halter him. As we walked past the goat shed, the kidding nanny let out a weird noise, and Dodger’s head flew up in a panic…but he obeyed when I said ‘whoa, it’s okay’. And he went into his stall very politely, and when I walked in with his grain, he stepped aside to let me put it in his manger without crowding me.
He’s a good horse. I think Patti is going to go far with him.