When does a wild mustang become just a horse? I'm not really sure. It wasn't at any of the moments that made me cry: when I first touched her, when I first brushed her, when I took her number tag off, when I snapped the rope on, when I slipped the old halter off and slipped the new one on, when I lead her out of her pen, when I let her play in the arena for the first time, when she came in the barn and ate a flake of hay from the feeder. It wasn't at any of those moments. Maybe it was when I tied her and groomed her and she just stood there and soaked it up. Maybe it was when I put a saddle pad on her back and walked her around. Maybe it was when I bounced the big blue ball beside her and she didn't flinch. Maybe it was a combination of all of those moments, coupled with a lot of tender loving care, that made Siesta just a horse. I don't know, but that's what she is now. Just a young horse in training that has a good, solid mind, beauty, and lots of athletic potential, plus all of the traits that mustangs are famous for. What more could you want?
Musings of a mustang lover and trainer.
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