My neighbor Becky, and I, started the little horses back to school on Sunday. We were just horsin' around--pardon the pun--and seeing if we could get them to follow commands. Since they are my aunt's horses, and I didn't grow up around them, I didn't know what they could do. And frankly, I really don't know the extent of horse training; it's not quite like dog training. Some principles are the same, but instead of training a predator, one is training a prey animal. That throws a monkey wrench into my thought processes...no really, it feels like someone's throwing a wrench at my head sometimes when trying to "communicate" with horses. I guess a wrench is better than a hoof up side the head.
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Becky and the boys in "school"
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Me, clumsily asking Shaq to circle--I'm getting better--and Shaq
already knows how to do this. He's adorable when he trots. Assel is peering into the barn
wondering if he is next...he was.
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Assel taking his sweet time to walk a circle
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