I hauled Mr. Blondie down to Camelot Therapeutic Horsemanship this morning for a trail ride in the desert with Mary, the director. After we finished our ride, I brought Mr. Blondie into the barn to show him their mounting ramp. It’s a big honkin’ white structure (see photo), and he’s never been near it before. He walked up beside it like he’d been doing it all his life.
Then he walked up beside it while someone was standing up there. And let her lean on him like she was going to mount (no helmet, so she didn’t).
Then he walked quietly up to one of the volunteers, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Then he let me lead him around while I sat in the wheelchair.
SUCH a good boy. I’m so proud of him. :yes:
I have long thought that Prozac Pony would make a good therapy horse, because (except when cows might be involved) he’s so unflappable.
But Mr. Blondie just seems to “get it”.