Dewey Scrapes By

Lemme talk about Dewey for a minute. He was doing so well and I wish he had told me before becoming buckaroo bonsai that he didn't so much like harnessing and the way the straps would hit him in the tender loin area. Because last time I harnessed him (and I was CAREFUL, knowing he was a little sensitive), he started jumping around like his feet were on fire. He in fact ended up with his back leg on TOP of the fence. Stuck there. Til he ripped it down scraping himself nicely. Which is healing now, a week later. Bucking in front of me does not make me want to ride him. Luckily, now everytime he sees a saddle a bridle or anything with straps, he starts dancing around in fear so the chance to ride him becomes less and less a realistic situation. So I check the internet and it says now that you've made your horse terrified, you have to saddle him a bunch of times in a retardedly slow way until saddling is no big deal anymore. The fun quotient is way down on the riding right now. Before this new fun situation, I pretty much stopped riding trail because it took too long to get out there and Becky got attacked by a coyote last time. And I don't like going out alone that much, and I got tired of riding with the neighbor ladies because my horse liked to frolic too much with their horses. In reality, I have a horse that needs a huge pasture and some buddies to play with. He needs to get his energy out, play and then come in for rides in a good frame of mind. He's tried really hard to be a good horse, and I've tried really hard to help him succeed. But it has been all work and no play. I got Dewey a sheep to keep him company and then I've kinda stepped back in the anxious rider department. I'm just making sure he gets exercise, and we're doing arena work. But he has hives from this weird weather or weird hay who knows. And he's sore from the leg he hyperextended during his harness freak out. So now if I tried to sell him it would be impossible because he's terrified of saddling, riddled with bumps from hives, sore on the leg. This may be something to look back on in a month and laugh. For now, it's just this was my recreation. It's become a drag. And no happy riding makes me a grumpy mom. Plus my son is failing algebra 2. That sucks. Oh and a 100 year old man told me I'm annoying. And I have a terrible cold. I need a mom. that'sallloveclyde