Six years later
It is possible to achieve an impossible goal, if you lose all sense of time. Six and a half years ago, Q entered my life as an untrained 2 going on 3 year old stud colt. We had a lot of groundwork to do, and unfortunately I was pushy about my objectives. I rushed many steps, ignoring Qs signs of no, or discomfort, until he put his foot down and broke something. With a grey horse, I needed to tackle washing his face. He wanted nothing to do with it, so I made it an issue every single time we went in the washstall during the summer of 2016. He never broke his tie, but he came close. And then he refused to go back in the washstall. I spent three months trying to get him back in. Lunge whips, backing up, helpers pushing behind … nope. He wanted nothing to do with that washstall. I spent the winter using the washstall as a grooming stall. No water, just lots of curry combing and snacks. 6 months later he was trotting to the washstall on his own. Then I pulled out the water, and his concern ...