Reminds of reading Ingall's Farmer Boy, how Almanzo trained his little oxen.
I am still doing circles with Rowdy. I felt like he was a little better yesterday.
I took Dapper Dan to the Halloween event on Saturday for petting. I had planned to take Rowdy, so he could have the exposure, but decided to take DD instead, as I was not in the mood for a training session. Dont' know if it was the bath, the wind, the stuff I made him wear, or general cussedness, but he was not a pleasant companion. He had his ears back the whole time, wouldn't do his tricks, and wouldn't let the children lead him. Then I got trapped in the parking lots with my trailer and had to have help getting out and had to drive home in the dark. I was a basket case. The only time he was nice was when he visited two old folks sitting in their car. He put his head in the window and rested his chin on her arm. She petted him and he was very sweet. He seems to like old folks. I guess I am not old enough yet...
One thing that happened that took me by surprise and gave me a scare, was a silly mother encouraging her young child to stick her face on Dapper Dan's nose for a kiss. Sheesh! My great niece has a scar on her cheek from being bitten by a horse as a child. Luckily, Dapper Dan just stood there, but as ornery as he was feeling that night it was pretty scary for me. People are scared to death to walk BEHIND a horse, but will stick their fingers and faces up to a horse's mouth. And I have frequently found that if I try to educate parents about the proper approach to strange animals, they get bent out of shape and mad. I think they are used to stuffed animal toys, or cartoon animals; they have no clue about real animals.
That was my last petting foray for a long time. Used to enjoy it, but not any more--too stressful.