Horsey horsey won’t you stop

Beating up my little pony!

An equine in the same turnout as lovely Vin is beating him up.

Let’s be clear on a couple of basics. I know that boys will be boys (tsk!) and that horses play boisterously and – in all honesty – that Vin probably isn’t quite the innocent bystander in all of this that his dad (that would be me) likes to think he is.

But on Saturday morning when I got Vin in and groomed him, he had two nasty bites – one on his NS upper ribcage and the other on his OS hip.

And when I rode him in the arena he was a fraction unlevel. That’s borderline lame to most folk.

Bear in mind that the surface in the arena is a combination of sand/rubber and therefore isn’t exactly the most testing of surfaces, it still tested out a lameness.

Sigh.

Horses will, unfortunately, be horses. And they do play big bad rough tough games. And they do have a pecking order in the herd and I know the pecking order dictates their ‘social’ hierarchy.

I just wish they’d treat each other with a little more care. I don’t want any of them to get hurt.

Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh!

This problem will go away at Vin’s new home, they have sufficient land for individual turnout in large paddocks.

But no matter that his new home comes with the longest list of facilities I’ve ever experienced in one yard before, I will be upset to take him away from his current home; it is a lovely place, very quiet and peaceful and devoid of children (as is his new home, thankfully!).

I just hope he won’t be too upset; he has his friend – his ‘best friend’ – and he’s very keen to become more friendly with one of the mares. 🙂

Boys.

Tsk.

B.