Photo by Audrey Pavia
Rio on his way to eat the camera .
Since I was a little nestling , I ’ve wanted to raise my own gymnastic horse . I ’ve finally gotten around to it .
His name is Rio , and he ’s a Spanish Mustang . He was almost 2 eld old when I had him shipped from Texas to California last December . Spanish Mustangs are rare , and one with the LP gene that sacrifice them spots like an Appaloosa , are even rarer , which is why he come from so far .
I buy him sight unobserved . Just exposure and a video of him as a little infant romping around with his mom . His stock breeder described him as a real character . I could totally see that in the video . He was a little imp , reminding me of my other Spanish Mustang , Milagro , whose nickname when he was youthful was “ The Pest . ”
Rio has not only take “ The Pest ” crest from Milagro , he has given the name a whole raw substance . I have never met a horse so imperturbable and so snoopy . It ’s a good thing in a prospective urban trail horse . But it can drive you crazy around the theatre .
Our version of a turnout blank space is the small field around our pipe corral . When we let Milagro and Red , our 22 - year - erstwhile Quarter Horse , loose , they wander around and nibble on the coyote brush and rose bushes just behind the fencing , happy to be out of their stalls and “ searching ” for intellectual nourishment that way horses are meant to do .
But when Rio is there , look out ! It ’s like having a 600 - pound puppy loose in your backyard . Everything blend in in his sassing . I entail everything .
I once erroneously leave my cell earpiece sitting on a bench back there . Lucky for me , I happened to be wait in Rio ’s direction when he decide to suck the phone into his mouth . I hurtle for it just as it disappeared beyond his lip and ended up throw to put my deal all the style past his back grinder to retrieve it . As before long as I take it out , it embark on to surround . I was stunned it still worked , because it was dripping with horse saliva !
Then two days ago , Randy leave a pair of riding kick on that same bench for my ally , Michelle , who was supposed to ride with me that evening but did n’t have her riding dress with her .
“ I ’ll leave the boots on the back work bench , ” Randy tell Michelle over the headphone in the good afternoon . But when Michelle come later to bring them , no boots could be found .
Michelle called Randy and told him she could n’t witness the charge . The two of them extend back and forth for a while , each thinking the other was stupid , blind and/or mad because the boot were there , but no , they were n’t . When they hang up , Randy belong outside to verify that he did , indeed , allow for the boots on the bench . That ’s when he realized that he had blank out about the 600 - pound puppy . After considerable searching , Randy found one kicking in the bushes , and the other behind a manure bin .
Part of me is hoping Rio produce out of this mouthy thing , because it push back all of us crazy . Another part of me is thinking I should make use of it by train him to blame up dog poop . Because he ’s too young to be ridden , that would be one way for him to earn his keep right now . Although I do n’t relish the theme of have to bring click shite from beyond his back grinder . On second cerebration , never listen .
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