My BO and coach is either “Food Lady” or “Lady Who Makes People Ride Less Shitty”
Mare One would like refer to me as “The Idiot”, as in “The Idiot got us stuck in the brush again and I had to find the way back to the trail”.
Mare Two would refer to be as “Lady Who Brings Presents”. She prefers I drop the tack shop bag at her door and then leave her alone.
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I completely agree with you! I think they understand more than they let on. Do I think that horses understand English? No. But I do think that they are incredibly astute observers of the finest, most minute nuances of human body language and vocalizations.[/QUOTE]
:yes:X1,000,000!
My TB used to “allow” me to mount bareback only after he sidestepped neatly just as I was ready to throw a leg over.
Inevitably depositing me on the ground.
Whereupon he would turn his head & look at me like “Whaaaaat?”
When he was tired of the game he’d stand like a rock while I scrambled aboard.
As for what mine probably call me:
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Moonie is sure wrapped in cuteness for being Satan’s spawn!!! What a lucky little guy to have found you two.[/QUOTE]
Thank you for your kind words! 
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:yes:X1,000,000!
My TB used to “allow” me to mount bareback only after he sidestepped neatly just as I was ready to throw a leg over.
Inevitably depositing me on the ground.
Whereupon he would turn his head & look at me like “Whaaaaat?”
When he was tired of the game he’d stand like a rock while I scrambled aboard.
As for what mine probably call me:
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That is hilarious! I could totally see him innocently looking at you like you’re the problem. :lol:
:rolleyes:
Totally!
Funny thing is, if it was hot & I didn’t want a sweaty horsehair-coated butt, I’d throw a surcingle on him with a pad or towel.
If he had this “girth” on he would never pull his trick.
In his mind I guess “saddled” = Behave, Nekkid = WhatEv.
Momma.
As a bottle fed baby who never really had his own “person”, he finally got a “Mom” after 16yrs.
He can be a handful, but you can tell he’s been waiting his whole life to be some person’s treasure, the apple of someone’s eye. And he IS.
My mare would call me Fatty McFatterson.
My gelding would call me My Angel or Servant, depending on the mood.
And they would both call my DH Pez Dispenser.
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