Today, we moved the four lads back to the main herd. Charlot had been living with the nutters for a few weeks while the Shetland Pony Breed Show shenanigans were taking place. He was happy enough being ignored so we left him to his own devices.
To be fair, Charlot has quite a following and I called him up on a few occasions to be introduced to his fanclub and he willingly cantered up to have a fuss made of him!
Today, he was first up, easy to catch whilst the other nutters quivered about, evading the head-collar issue so we felt he was a good boy, was growing up, maturing and we were definitely onto a winner. He walked nicely and considerately along the roads and tracks to our shed, letting me turn and shut gates, and then we tied him up far away from his friends.
Charlot has a new skill - he can undo knots and headcollars, releasing himself and his nearby friends for a laugh! We washed one pony, did its feet and then I thought I would brush his neighbour. Charlot watched me and rested his teeth on the wooden boards, so I threw a pebble at him to get him to stop. He was surprised and stopped, looked around but then did it again. Another pebble later, he realised that eating the boards was not a good idea. So he gave up while I brushed Charlie, his neighbour.
I then decided to brush Charlot who had knots in his mane, was greasy and needed some attention. He was not very keen and so bit the boards again. I told him to stop so he ignored me and did it again. I smacked him with the flat side of the brush on his neck. He exploded, in a rage if disbelief that I could be so cruel after all his "good" behaviour. He wouldn't let me near him and quivered about the brush, my hands on his neck, everything.
It is interesting to note that if Charlot doesn't know where the punishment comes from, it is not an issue, but if he does then he holds a grudge.
After a quick explanation of his behaviour, Charlot let me go on brushing looking resentfully at me and trying hard not to enjoy the grooming! Silly boy.
Jo wanted to do his feet. He let her pick up the first front one fine and then off we went with the hissy fit. Charlot would not pick up his other front foot. No reason, just wouldn't. He broke the string he was tied to, so we short-racked him with two ropes and Jo did not give up until he gave in first. She picked up both front feet again and again.
Then the backs.....and off we went again. She would rest her hand down his leg at different positions. He would react when her hand reached his foot, cow-kicking out at her.
Enough, so he got twitched. He let her pick them up. We untwitched him and he let her pick up both fronts and the backs. No issue, no discussion - he just knew he had to do it.
After that, we let him go out and join his friends.
Why, oh why? He knows we will win. It is as if he enjoys the fight. He is not scared anymore, he just doesn't want to let us do this work with him. His nerves are his and no ours'. This is a very long road we all have to travel.
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace. Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face! That is what my granny used to say.
Charlot is sorely trying my patience.
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