My Horse Is A Dick!

On at least two separate occasions, our barn owner, Bob, has outright told me my horse is a Jerk. I've heard him refer to Quzqo as an "Asshole" and "Idiot", and more than once I've had people come and tell me how uncooperative my horse was while they were attempting to bring him in in the evenings.

MY horse? My sweet cuddly wuddly poopsie woopsie pocket pony? Mr. Cute-iful? Mr. Pretty? MY Cooskie Wooskie? (Okay, I never called him that...seriously....honest!)(though I may start).

Well, the other evening I stopped out at the barn on my way home from work, we'd had a pretty significant snowfall, maybe a foot or so of new snowfall. The gelding were still out in their pasture, I gathered up my rope halter and started for the door.

There was a full-fledged stampede a'happening out in that pasture! ALL the geldings, except for old Colby the QH, who was standing by the gate being a gentleman, were TEARING around in the snow, full bore, heels kicking and flying, galloping, rearing, wheeling, snow flying in their wake. And me without my camera! It WAS in the car, I debated if I could run back to the car and get back with the camera before they stopped cavorting... I didn't think I could.

There, of course, was Quzqo, in the thick of it all! This small grey dervish just kicking ass and taking down names! He was cantering prettily through the snow, then wheeled like a rattlesnake, striking out with teeth and fang at whatever butt was close by, then snap around and rear up on his hind legs, forelegs lashing out, before leaping off and trotting around the outside of the mob. Everybody was beating on everybody else...galloping willy-nilly, rearing, bucking, kicking. I saw my farrier's younger gelding fly all four feet off the ground straight up in the air and tear off kicking and bucking just for the helluvit!

Quzqo reared up at my friend Gail's Thoroughbred, who reared up and met the challenge. Quzqo came down, wheeled to the side, JUST as Memo spun and KICKED with one long hind leg, right at the space where Quzqo's head was a split-second ago! Yow! (I guess that might explain the blood icicle of a few weeks ago...which is healing nicely by the way)

Quzqo took after my friend Sandy's QH gelding, Spike, snaked his neck out and grabbed ahold of Spike's turnout sheet...Spike lunged forward, tearing the fabric out of Quzqo's teeth.... Ooops.... Sandy is always bemoaning the fact that "somebody" is tearing/biting at Spike and wrecking his blanket/sheet. Er...oops... um...gee, that's awful, whoever would do that??

Quzqo then began placing face-tag with one of the other QHs out there...let's try to bite each other's faces, it's FUN!!

Bob went out to open the gate so the horses would come in to the paddock by the barn, they saw him from the distance and instantly they stampeded towards the gate. Dinner time! It reminded me of young boys, busy playing games until mom calls "dinner!", they drop their toys and run for the kitchen!

So I guess next time Gail or Sandy complain to me about Memo's latest injury or Spike's torn blankets, I'll continue to shrug and say "gee, that's awful, wonder how that happened!"