A Baby Boomer Gets on with Her Dream of Arabian Horses Part 3

Getting on with the Dream Part 1

After the filly reared and struck the doctor in the head that was the end of our trip outside. He didn't get the horse any farther out into the open, we just stood there looking at her in the mist, But she did stand quietly.

Even with that scene, I liked what I saw! Not her behavior, or course, but I really liked this horse. She wasn't going to be a halter horse because of the shape of her butt but that didn't matter to me. I knew from looking at her that the horse could get well underneath herself. She had a great neck and a pretty shoulder, nice short back and a pretty face. This was a nice mare.

We went home to think about it. It was a few months before I made my decision. I just couldn't get over thinking Scandalous was going to give me another colt. If I was going to be left with a stallion as the mare's replacement, this was exactly the type mare I would want to breed to that stallion. How's that for thinking down the road?

The mare's behavior was troubling but I knew it wasn't her fault. The horse had not been taught anything. Heck, the horse had never even been outside before that day. The only time she left her stall was to be walked across the aisle to another stall while someone cleaned hers.

It was clear the longer she was left in that situation, the harder it was going to be to correct the behavior. If I was going to buy this horse, it needed to be sooner not later.

The mare's price was dirt cheap probably because they have trouble selling their horses with their bad behavior. Another plus was the people would take terms. Once I figured out how I could actually swing this deal I decided if I was going to buy this mare. I was going to do it now even before Scandalous foaled so there was no more re enforcement of her bad behavior.

All I could think was getting her on the horse trailer was going to be very interesting. I wasn't sure if I was up for it. I couldn't imagine if the doctor could barely get her down a barn aisle there was much chance he could get her into a horse trailer.

I knew that the doctor had problems with how other people treated his horses and that anything he thought was abusive could kill the deal. The problem was every one's idea of abuse is different. I was really dreading going to pick this horse up. Anything could happen trying to load.

But I finally did it, I made an appointment to go do paperwork and pick the horse up. Just my luck it was raining that day. I knew my building tension wasn't going to help the trailer loading one bit.

It took us a while in the house before all the i's were dotted and the t's crossed but the rain still hadn't subsided. After her last outburst over precipitation I was worried.

We all went out towards the barn to get the filly. I headed over to the trailer first to open up the door. To my surprise the doctor was already coming out of the barn with the horse when I turned around towards the barn.

The Arabian filly was still being "managed" the same way that she had been that first day. She was freaked out of her mind pushing into the doctor and he was pushing back into the frightened horse guiding her along the way. Just watching them come towards me made my stomach do a little flip. Was I really up to this challenge?


To be continued.............

Part 4

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