My baby is a feisty, almost two-year-old, part mustang stud colt. I’ve been calling him Nibble until a better name makes itself known to me; Nibble is cute, and undeniably descriptive, but as a general rule, it’s not good to name things (pets, children) after behaviors that you don’t want (I’m reminded of a friend of a friend who named his daughter Rebel).
Feisty is probably too mild a descriptor for this horse. He’s downright ornery and aggressive, and while my inclination is to look to a horse’s nature for clues and to avoid blaming the horse – unwanted behaviors are the result of perfectly natural traits and inclinations etc., etc. – it’s easy to lose patience with the little guy when he attempts to bite, kick and charge at me full speed.
Like most worthwhile things, training a horse takes patience, consistency and love. Some horses (and dogs, and people) are more difficult to train than others. So instead of throwing up my hands in frustration and declaring that I don’t care if he ends up in a can of dog food (which I’d never do, ahem) I’m going to accept the challenge with as much grace, gratitude and good humor as I can muster. I’m going to take this as a valuable opportunity to improve my horsemanship, increase my patience, and learn to set my ego aside. Most importantly, I’m going to remember what compels me to work with these beautiful, beguiling creatures in the first place.