Jill pleaded, over the phone, when Jim lamented that Buddy was his project now. No one else had time for such a pain in the neck. "I can't even get him into the round pen, never mind what he pulls should we actually make it in there..."
"Have you SEEN the scars wounds on that horse? He can take it. If you are gonna try and force him you're gonna hafta kill him, so I beg you to think of something else."
She secretly wanted Jim to bring the beast to her. She always enjoyed the challenge of Buddy - it was so gratifying when something actually went well.
"Have you heard the thing about how an outside of a horse is good for the inside of a person? I totally see how the program of horse care for convicts would be rehabilitating. Things with horses are all about patterns. If you lose your temper with a horse he remembers, and is fearful, (or in Buddy's case EXTRA stubborn and difficult) and you have to deal with the repercussions of your loss of temper the next time. And that takes a long time." Jill was going on and on.
"Conversely, should you let him away with something 10x because you are a patient person, and then lose it on the 11th time, you're no further ahead. You have to discipline him correctly each of the ten times and then you won't need the 11th. Make sense?"
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I just tell him whoa and he whoas. "Right now, in fact, I am working on EVERYone's whoas. They are supposed to stay out on the track (of the lunge line) and whoa when I say so, not just carry on OR turn in and face me.
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