[KathrynKat]

Owner: ShadyBro
Registered Name: NVR War Drums
Barn Name: Banjo
GS ID: #10
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17.2 hh
Age: 4 Years Old
Coat: Boxer Dog
Rarity: Uncommon
Personality Traits: Very Loyal | Playful | Full Of Energy | Loves Fetch | Intuitive | Goofball

Training Levels Completed: 4
Training Tier: Tier 2
Base Points: 0
Training Points Total: 0

Shows Entered Total: 0
Shows Placed 1st: 0
Shows Placed 2nd: 0
Shows Placed 3rd: 0
Shows Placed Runner Up: 0
Disqualified: 0

Generation: First Gen
Parents: Unknown
Offspring: None Yet

[ShadyBro]

Owner: ShadyBro
Registered Name: NVR War Drums
Barn Name: Banjo

Number: 20
2 Traits: Intuitive | Goofball

[KathrynKat]

Owner: ShadyBro
Registered Name: NVR War Drums
Barn Name: Banjo

Number: 20
2 Traits: Intuitive | Goofball

the number was off, but since nobody else has entered, and I'm force closing some early so there isn't over flow of unadopted!
You're more than welcome to close any early when decide to release some more!

[ShadyBro]

Thanks hun! Banjo will be loved ^^ Can I be added when you get a chance?

[KathrynKat]

Thanks hun! Banjo will be loved ^^ Can I be added when you get a chance?

Done

[ShadyBro]

I had been a part of the galingale family for quite a few years, keeping up with the agency as the reopenings popped up here and there. I knew as time went by that domestic galingales were becoming rarer, and fewer folks were paying them the attention the magnificent beasts deserved. In recent days however, a wonderful thing happened - a grand reopening, new staff, new rules, new everything - and I got to be part of the team to boot! I quickly began the search for a fresh faced galingale to add to my small herd, hoping to get first pick at an amazing personal import or the other. But one day a group came off the transport truck with a different worker, and my eyes were immediately glued to #10. He was gentle and full of life, seemingly able to tell exactly what the staff wished of him before they even had to ask. I took to him right away and knew he would be the perfect fit for my herd. Without so much as a second guess, I got his paperwork filled out and had him loaded into my truck and on his way to the Striders Of Neverland Ranch.

[ShadyBro]

Step 1
After a few painfully slow days went by, I felt Banjo had settled in enough in the new property to begin bonding to him. I intended to take it slow, as I usually do, but it was pretty clear that he wouldn't be having any of that. I walked out into the quarantine field with a bucket of various treats, expecting to be there for most of the day waiting for him to approach. Within an hour he was pressed against the wooden fence, nose in my face, and slobber over the rest of me. I learned quickly that his personality was just very fun and well bonded to others, and I was overjoyed to see that. I hoped to find out even more about him as time went on, but to see how comfortable he was with me already was a wonderful thing.

Step 2
Banjo's days in the quarantine field had come to a close, and I could not be more overjoyed to hear it. Despite his affection toward humans I knew he was eager to meet the other galingales, and with their help I felt I would be able to create a much deeper connection with Banjo. I brought out the treat pale once again and began sorting through them to find his favorite - bean sprouts - and coaxed him up the side gate. He snatched them out of my hand quickly, anxiously teetering on his hooves. I opened the gate and walked down to the paddock, coaxing Banjo to walk with me. Like the loyal boy he is, he followed happily. With a whistle I called the rest of the herd up, tossing handfuls of food out for them to snatch up out of the air as they raced toward us. Banjo gave them a gentle and submissive sniff, before looking back at me curiously. I gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder and he grinned before dashing out into the field with the rest of the herd.

Step 3
After only a few short days with the herd it was obvious that Banjo had been the right choice for our family. He was a perfect gentleman, loved making us laugh with his antics, and his high energy raised our spirits every passing moment. I was eager to start his training soon, but I wanted to get him to trust me just a little bit more before we started. I called him over with the rest of the herd, a pocket of bean sprouts at the ready. I held them out for his, calling his name. He has begun to learn it well over time, but he still always gave me a tilted expression, as if he didn't quite understand what I was asking of him. I wanted to make sure that he understood that he was more than just an object here - that he was an individual with a name and a family who didn't have to just obediently follow orders all the time. With my hands held out, he snatch the treats from me and back away as he usually did. But when he came back for more, I tucked the sprouts between my fingers, holding tightly. He tried to gentle nipple at them from a distance, but when it didn't work, he finally pressed his muzzle into my palms. Once the treats were gone, he stayed. I stroked him feathering gently as he stood by me, calm as could be, and a gleeful twinkle in his eyes.

[ShadyBro]

Step 1
With Banjo doing so well with us and showing his trust so fully, I decided it was time to jump into more serious training. I didn't often use halters or saddles at my ranch, as I find more enjoyment in allowing my galingales to live a bit more freely, but I knew it was important for their health and handalability around people that they get used to seeing and wearing tack for future situations. I called Banjo over with his morning treats and prepped the morning meals, and approached him with a halter and lead rope over my shoulder. He was taken a bit off guard at first, but thanks to his herd members who showed no issue over the weird contraption he eventually came up to me to give it a sniff. I laid it out over the gate as I handed out the feed, occasionally picking it up and moving it around until he calmed down and didn't mind it's presence in his space.

Step 2
After leaving the halter over the gate for a while, Banjo officially did not fear it - and by that I mean the goofball enjoyed grabbing it off the gate and running through the field with it in a silly and long winded game of 'fetch, human!'. As annoying as it was, I was glad to see he had conquered any leering anxieties over the object. After retrieving it from his mouth a third time that day I coaxed him over and began undoing the buckles, gently raising it over his nose. Of course he didn't care one bit, and it was easy to get it up over his head. I gave him some time and allowed him to move around a bit first before clipping it together and letting him fuss with it. He pawed at the buckles with his hooves and rubbed it along the fence for a few minutes, before eventually getting bored and coming back to me for more pets and snacks.

Step 3
A few days of testing out taking the halter on and off was all it took to get Banjo ready for lead training. He paid no mind to it and was happy to wear it whenever I asked. Though a little leery of the lead rope at first, that too soon became nothing to fret about and I was ready to try lead training. We started simple, allowing him to walk a few paces however he liked with the lead attached and praising with treats, and then worked our way up to actual direction. He took to it like a champ, and within a few days time was able to be directed wherever I needed him to go. Besides a few incidents of trying to pull apart tie down knots when he got too bored of standing still or pulling away when he got overly excited on the first few tries, he learned fast and began to show me that he could be perfectly behaved being led or moved about the field.

[ShadyBro]

Step 1
It was time to start some real groundwork training so that Banjo could get used to normal direction and become a little more desentized to the goings ons of the people world. As with most of my galingales, I utilized the herd mentality to get him started by simply showing him that the others didn't mind these odd new things. I filled the round pen with some jumps, posts, grooming supplies, and various random objects from the yard. The herd rushed in for their meal, gave everything a quick sniff, and then went about their time enjoying the fresh food. I led Banjo in gently, letting him check everything out. He was bored almost instantly, showing very little fear and more than anything just excited to 'play' with the strange new toys. After a few hours of leading him around he seemed ready to move on with his day.

Step 2
The next day we jumped into some real groundwork. I pulled Banjo into the ring and began moving him around to different spots, showing him the walk and woah commands. It took him some time to get the hang of the woah part, ever eager to run about in bursts of excitable energy, but he was more eager to show me he could do it. We started to move up to a trot once I felt he was good and tired, hoping that would help keep me from being dragged across the ring in a sudden gallop as he had been known to do on occasion. It worked wonders, and over the next few days he began to understand the difference between each command as it was given without a second guess.

Step 3
After some time had passed I decided to try working on the one thing I knew Banjo still had trouble with. Though a loyal and affectionate boy, he had always been a bit wary of having pressure applied to him or being touched in more sensitive spots such as his feet and ears. I led him into the pen and started him on his normal lead work by command, and he went through it beautifully as always. When we were done, I coaxed him up to the grooming pool and showed him the hose. He had seen it over the fence watering the garden and had watched the other galingales play in the sprinkler before, but he had never really had to deal with it up close. I started slow, using a damp rag to scrub his fur on his good spots like his face and neck and back, and then started trying to rinse his feet and detail his horns and feathering. When he pulled away I would turn the hose off and stand with him, giving him gentle praise before turning it on again. After a while he relaxed and even seemed to enjoy the grooming session. I finished scrubbing him down and preening his feathers and though I didn't get quite as detailed of a groom as I would of liked, I was content to see he was getting used to it and knew my smart boy would be comfortable with his weekly grooms soon enough.