Poly tried to kill himself, today...
An hour and a half.
That's how long his temper tantrum lasted, before I put an end to it. I put an end to it only because I was terrified his next full body throw would either create a vet bill, or a dead horse.
I pulled him out so Kathy could rasp his feet, but she decided she needed to trim them too - so we're doing it tomorrow. He hit me in the face while I was holding him, so I brought him in and tied him to groom him - he was filthy.
From the time I tied him up until I finally cut him loose out of fear of injury - for an entire hour and a half - he threw one. big. temper tantrum.
Think of a three year old child, being denied what he wants. Picture that child throwing himself to the floor, bashing his head into the floor over and over and over again, screaming bloody murder.
Think of a fourteen year old, in the midst of a major teenage angst crisis ,bemoaning about how their life is the most horrible life on earth, they are the most hard done by individuals in the world.
Cross that together. Add four legs and a LOT of weight.
And there you have Poly. Tonight. He pulled. and PUlled. And pulled. And threw himself. And damned near took the arena wall down. And pulled. And pawed. And stomped. And threw himself. And pulled.
Finally, I cut him loose and did a bit of groundwork - which did not go well - and left it at that. Otherwise, we'd still be there, and he'd probably be dying on the arena floor.
It would have been worth my life to try and ride him.
He's been miserable since I moved him here. He has no reason to be. But he is.
I think. Quite possibly. This was the worst mistake I've made in my life.
That's how long his temper tantrum lasted, before I put an end to it. I put an end to it only because I was terrified his next full body throw would either create a vet bill, or a dead horse.
I pulled him out so Kathy could rasp his feet, but she decided she needed to trim them too - so we're doing it tomorrow. He hit me in the face while I was holding him, so I brought him in and tied him to groom him - he was filthy.
From the time I tied him up until I finally cut him loose out of fear of injury - for an entire hour and a half - he threw one. big. temper tantrum.
Think of a three year old child, being denied what he wants. Picture that child throwing himself to the floor, bashing his head into the floor over and over and over again, screaming bloody murder.
Think of a fourteen year old, in the midst of a major teenage angst crisis ,bemoaning about how their life is the most horrible life on earth, they are the most hard done by individuals in the world.
Cross that together. Add four legs and a LOT of weight.
And there you have Poly. Tonight. He pulled. and PUlled. And pulled. And threw himself. And damned near took the arena wall down. And pulled. And pawed. And stomped. And threw himself. And pulled.
Finally, I cut him loose and did a bit of groundwork - which did not go well - and left it at that. Otherwise, we'd still be there, and he'd probably be dying on the arena floor.
It would have been worth my life to try and ride him.
He's been miserable since I moved him here. He has no reason to be. But he is.
I think. Quite possibly. This was the worst mistake I've made in my life.