Happy (late) Halloween! To celebrate, I thought it would be fun to share some horror stories you’ve heard or experienced. Most of us have had to deal with some difficult clients, have boarded at a strange barn or been stuck with an evil pony. I’ll start with my own…
When I was really young, I was one of those ‘weird horse girls’ at school so, obviously, really wanted a pony. I don’t know where that idea came from since no one in my family had had anything to do with any horses that aren’t of the rocking variety. Nonetheless, my parents eventually gave in and found me a safe, cheap pony from a friend of a friend and boarded her at a local livery. Tinkerbell was about 10 hands high and absolutely beautiful, she honestly looked like she wouldn’t hurt a fly. And she didn’t, for about a month. That pony was good as gold, until I was ready to go off the lead rein. Tinkerbell didn’t do anything - quite literally. As soon as you clipped off the lead rope she would stand glued in one spot and nothing could move her. We tried everything, from pushing to begging to sacrificing to bribing - nothing worked. While we were dancing around her, she would be drifting off to sleep and she could stay like that for up to an hour. The only way to get her to move was to get off and take her towards the barn. I remember somehow getting her to take a few steps forward and she began bucking and kicking like a maniac, or at least that’s what I remember, she could’ve just cantered faster than usual and I would’ve probably thought that was her trying to make me fall off!
if anyone who wasn’t a child rode her Tinkerbell would either try to squeeze them against a fence or attempt to rear and buck until they fell or ran in the opposite direction. I’m almost sure we eventually figured her out, but adults or older kids could still never ride her. To be fair, it couldn’t have been easy to put up with an over-enthusiastic mad pony girl. A few years ago I saw her again, a friend of ours moved in next to the people that bought her some time after us and when we visited, I immediately recognised her. She was for sale as the kid had the exact same problem as we did, unfortunately I wasn’t allowed to buy her but it was so nice seeing the pony that started it all and taught me how to hang on for dear life. After her, I never had a problem with riding school ponies not going forward, I was well used to that by then!