And that's the truth. Sometimes he runs and bucks and farts, sometimes he is only interested in Annie and telling her secrets but there is one thing you can count on from him. He is a BULLY!
It looks like Annie is wanting to chat with Jones for a bit.
Me me me, it's all about me! Ignore the pretty mare. I am the important one.
Then he turns into the Hulk, aka the bully.
When I was looking at this mare I told the owner that we had a very dominant gelding at home. She assured me this mare would take care of him and rule the pasture. Uh, NOT. I bought a horse last year, a very nice gaited saddle horse but Dakota ruined him. I guess it didn't help that we had a little filly also (Joe's idea, the horse was beautiful but had never been handled). The saddle horse I bought was beautiful and had wonderful gaits. His name was Jasper. But, as you can see, he couldn't tackle big ole Dakota.
Here's another picture of my sweet boy.
This is Son, my daughter's first horse. He taught her so much and she learned to ride on him. He was the best riding horse I have ever been one. I miss him.
Here is Dakota watching over his beloved Jetty, the filly I was talking about.
Jasper and Son buddied up really quick. After all, ole bully was "in love" with the filly.
One of Steph's best friends, Nicki, fell in love with Son. If she had somewhere to keep him I was willing to give him to her but alas, she didn't have anywhere.
Here is a pretty decent picture of Jetty. Isn't she beautiful?
She was only 3 years old and would have made a great horse for Abby but I was not about to put my precious on a horse that had not been handled at all. Even if she did go to the trainer I would have never trusted her with Abby.
Speaking of my precious look at this. It was taken last winter. Someone loves her Graaaaandmother!!