Jackknifing is SO not fun. The mare I had last Christmas was a loon. She's a pretty white Perch named Fergie. She's a total sweetheart, but lived in a pasture her whole life and was with her 8yo son that had never truly been weaned (he wasn't still nursing, just had NEVER been separated) until we got her. Then they dragged her downtown and said, "This is your life now mare!" She did more or less fine with the trainer. Then I got her and her world was all shaken up again and she went totally bonkers. She was damn good at those patented Arab teleporting spooks. She was horrifyingly unpredictable where she'd go too. Sometimes it was away, sometimes it was toward. Sometimes she'd try to whip around and jackknife (NOT FUN!!!!). Occasionally she'd try to bolt. I got her to quit all that, then passed her on and got Cheyenne back. Then things went downhill and she's back with the trainer...
At least Cheyenne is predictable. She'll jump a foot or two away from the scary thing and then try to bolt forward. And nearly 3 years later she knows I'll 'save' her from the scary things so the 'bolting' is now limited to a few trot steps that stop with a warning, "Maaarre..." I love my silly spotted girl!
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Date: 2009-10-15 02:35 pm (UTC)At least Cheyenne is predictable. She'll jump a foot or two away from the scary thing and then try to bolt forward. And nearly 3 years later she knows I'll 'save' her from the scary things so the 'bolting' is now limited to a few trot steps that stop with a warning, "Maaarre..." I love my silly spotted girl!