by -Isabella- » Fri Jan 22, 2016 9:58 am
Username; Isabella45
Barn name; Chance
Show name; Second Chances
Personality; Protective, loyal, a bit wary, can be a big mush when he warms up to someone.
How were you able to groom him?;
Honestly, I can't really take any credit! I tried everything I could think of from treats, talking to him, even playing music. Every time he even saw a brush or any grooming utensil he would give me a warning snort and, what looked like a horse-glare. Then, one day I went to see him in the pasture where he had been staying and I discovered that my mischievous filly, Eve, had slipped out of her neighboring pasture into his. I was a bit nervous, I had kept him alone because his protective nature made him a little too possessive and anytime I tried to take a horse out of the pasture, or even pet him or her Chance would lay back his ears and stand between me and the horse. Knowing Eve I guessed she would find such a situation funny. I walked up to them slowly and attempted to grab the filly's halter but sure enough Chance moved between use and the feisty filly dashed away. After an hour I managed to get Eve under control enough to brush her a bit. That had been my purpose in coming out to see the horses that day. No matter how hard I tried I could never get her to leave Chance's pasture though. I think she looked up to him, like a big brother or something. However, if i showed her that I was there to groom her she would prance over to me, looking excited. She loved being groomed, mostly because of the treats she received after behaving. Then one day, as I was untangling her mane, I felt something bump my elbow. I turned around to see that it was Chance. He had walked over quietly when my back was turned. After a few days he kept coming over to watch Eve get groomed, she always made a big deal out of it, nickering and showing her appreciation by standing as still as a filly her age possibly could. One day, during her grooming time, Chance came over as he usually did and began to edge between myself and Eve. I was a bit nervous, he hadn't showed a possessive nature toward her ever since she started coming to me to be groomed. However, Eve trotted off and Chance stayed still, standing by me as if waiting for something. I hesitantly took a brush from my bag and put it against his coat, going in slow, circular motions. He lowered his head, but made no move to walk away. I finished brushing his coat then tried the comb, and he seemed to enjoy that too. When I was done he almost seemed disappointed. Ever since that day he has let me groom him whenever I need to. And while I would love to say it was my horse whispering abilities that got him to accept grooming, all the credit is due the feisty filly who settled down only when I had a brush in one hand, and bits of apple in the other.