I went out to check on the horses today. As I walked through the gate and it slammed behind me, my horse, Ulysses, took one look at me and took off running and flatuating into the pasture.
My boys are big Civil War enthusiasts, so when we bought 2 roan weanlings about 6 years ago, they christened them Ulysses and E. Lee. E. Lee was sold to another family but we kept Ulysses. He is brimming with personality, which is not necessarily a good thing when you are talking about horses. One of his favorite things to do is pick up his rubber feed tub with his mouth and go around hitting the other horses in the head with it. He is the terror of the pasture.
He is also a bit jealous. I knew if I went following him around the pasture, he would continue to run away from me. So instead I calmly walked up to each other horse in the pasture, talking sweetly, scratching necks and faces. Before too long he was pushing the others away to get his turn for loving. He drives me crazy, but he also make me smile. I guess I wouldn’t enjoy him quite as much if he didn’t play hard to get.