Go That Way

May 3, 2008

Our lesson today is ‘Go that way’.

For some reason all of a sudden the human girl thinks we should go where she wants us to go without following her to get there. My horse, The Pretty Boy ‘Trouper’, can do that already. I think since he already does it then that means that I am going to be the one learning. This should be pretty easy for me to pick up since I follow my horse where he goes anyway. Oh she means I should follow right behind him not follow her and then go to where he went. Well this is going to be harder for me to do because I will be thinking she is going to go get something that I want but if I go where he is going I might not get whatever it is she is going to get. Yes this is going to be hard for me to do.

Also my Pretty Boy is learning how to stand still when he gets fly spray sprayed on him. I do that. I stand very still. I don’t even backup like I usually do because ‘HEY! My head is up here don’t you want to rub on it?’! Nope when I am getting fly spray sprayed on me I hold still so she can get me covered real good because fly’s bother me. He is getting very good at not walking away from her when she comes up to him with that fly spray bottle but as soon as she starts spraying him he wants to leave the area. He thinks he can turn his tail end towards her and she will shy away but she doesn’t scare easy so she just keeps walking right there beside him never letting him get all the way turned around. She tells him ‘You are not going to win’ and he doesn’t. One time she walked all over the pasture with him and when he finally stopped and she was able to get a hand on him she just patted him and told him he was a good boy then she walked away.

She does things like that to me too. I used to not come to her when she whistled for me so she would come to get me. She would say ‘Didn’t you hear me whistle for you?’ and I would pretend that I didn’t so she would just pat on me and lead me to where ever it was that she had been calling me from and then she would just walk away and leave me standing there never to know what I must have missed by not coming when I was called. Now when I hear her whistle I come look and then I run to where she is so I don’t miss out. My horse, the Pretty Boy, is starting to understand that whistle means shake a leg horse!