My wonderful horse, Blue, is eleven years old today. He took me for a nice ride alongside my daughter, who rode on Brat. Toward the end of the day, Natalie took a turn, Anna rode for a half-hour or so, and Tyler hopped on. What a horse, eh?
But I've discovered there's a terrible flaw in his personality: he hates our new arrival. If they are in the same pen he will corner him and kick and bite him, unmercifully. He accepted Brat gladly when we brought him here. What's up with this? There's no possible way we can keep the old guy in the same pen with Blue. There is one place we'll try as his pen this week. If it doesn't work out, we'll have to return him to his old home.
How can such a sweet animal as Blue be such a tyrant? I guess we all have our dark side.