Other Four-Legged Friends
Buying my first horse was a spur of the moment decision. Söril was anxious and recalcitrant, and training him turned into a challenge that cost me a lot of tears. Only when I understood that forcing him to obey would not work did things start to go better. I offered him choices instead of demanding obedience, and suddenly he started to accept my autority.
Here is how that happened.
Morgunn was a clever Icelandic horse who unfortunately was in my life for a short time only. He did leave a lasting impression though, and he was the one who taught me my first circus trick.
Here is how that happened.