He's a huge horse, could totally kick ass in any sport, but he trembles about everything wherever he goes, poor guy. Needs miles. Climbing onto him is like climbing onto a monster. It's not just that he's tall--he's also broad and powerful, so the hardest part of mounting is just getting my leg over (all the way over) his back.
Amigo is very friendly, very sweet, smiles at people, is first on the scene for food or scratches. Very smart. Has bouncy gaits because he lifts his feet high and places them carefully.
I keep calling him Comanche. Argh. I don't want to call him that. But it just slips out.
Will make an excellent husband or beginner horse once he has his confidence. His eyes have a lot of learning to do. New shapes startle him, shadows, rocks, logs. But he doesn't jump or spook. Just trembles. Balks some.
Plan for this week: Rachelle to ride him as much as possible. Magic will also ride him.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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