The farrier came out late morning. Before she comes, I try to clean the mud off his hooves and legs as much as possible. So I stuck him out in the pasture and cleaned him off. Then went back to the barn to clean out Cinderella's stall. Go back out to the pasture, realize I forgot something, and start heading up to my car. Right now, I just have a single strand of hot wire in those plastic step in posts. Well, Max thought I had grain somewhere and tried to follow me out. I stupidly thought he'd stop at the pseudo-gate. Nope. I hear this crack then thundering hooves behind me. Turn around and there is the pony trotting into the barn.
|"Food please?" Cute picture to break up the wall of text. Not taken yesterday.|
He does stop, but it's a very narrow spot where he's at and I can't see him around the corner. So I start talking to him, but staying as close to the barn as I can just in case he takes off again....and he does. He thought about jumping the tape but instead goes back through the broken gate into the pasture. He finally slows down enough for me to get a hold of the line and we head back into the barn. I throw him in his stall and clean his feet again. He must have worn himself out because he was surprisingly good for the farrier.
Needless to say I was not pleased with his behavior. More groundwork is in his future.
Funny thing was, I was lunging a Haflinger at the center in a round pen, and he insisted on squealing and bucking quite a bit too. There must have been something in the air yesterday.