July 30
They Call Me Thor
I Bit Sara
The mare across the barn from me is called Sara. I frankly find her trying. When she has a human visitor, she kicks the wall between her and the mare next to her, she tries to bite that little mare, and she generally behaves badly. “That human is mine!! Stay Away!!” It all startles me! Being possessive of a human. So pathetic.
When she gets groomed, she prances down the barn aisle like some kind of queen, trying to get into the feed room and other horses’ feed buckets while gracing some horses with a breath and pinning her ears back at others. So obnoxious!
Normally I cheer bad horse behavior around humans, but this is a bit much even for me. Last night as she was sauntering down the aisle near my stall, I bit her butt! Ha! Actually it was a little nip, but you would have thought I chomped her newly groomed tail off!
I don’t understand mares. They are so jumpy and so nasty to each other. There is always an issue, always a ruckus. The guys get along better – if we have a little problem, we sort it out quickly, a little bite, a little kick – no drama, no big deal. I was just giving Sara a little nip to remind her who was in charge here and offer a slight attitude adjustment and she went nuts. Hello Sara, we are Equamore horses! This is what we do.
The only reason I feel at all bad about this is that when I was complaining about Sara I learned that she is my friend Finn’s mother. Finn asked me to cut her some slack. When I heard her story, I decided that Finn was right. Sara was rescued at the same time as Finn – imagine not being able to care for your own colt because he was penned like a dog and you couldn’t reach him. The worst thing is that apparently Sara has been sent away twice since she was first rescued. She is quite beautiful (except for her attitude) and according to Finn people just wanted her as some kind of a pretty pet. Imagine – a creature as beautiful and honorable as a horse being some human’s “pet”. I have no idea why people sent her back. A little stall kicking shouldn’t make a difference to humans, though it sends me through the roof. But Sara’s story makes me think I’m right about humans – just when you think they are on your side…
Sheesh, mares.
I am Thor and I am an Equamore horse.
