Embarrassing/naughtiest/stupidest etc thing your horse has done?

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So... Since I've had my filly she has got tangled in two fences (which the yard owner had to replace) because she fancied the grass on the other side of the fence and I had to cut her out of the fence whilst she kicked the crap out of me, broken the stable 3 times by barging the door until the screws holding the lock on pulled from the wood and during one time ran into the tack room trying to get her feed and got stuck, on a walk she took a poo right inside someone's garden whilst they were complimenting her, she always run around the field and goes flying on her bum and so much more, if I wrote them all this paragraph would be huge. Are yours worse? What have yours done? :)
 
Bolted down our driveway, lost me halfway and went straight out of our gates, over the road (v quiet village road) and through a thick hedge on the other side (with good 5 ft drop) and ended up in our neighbours garden! I'm not sure I'll ever see the funny side and I will never fully know why she did it!
 
Ate a lovely hanging basket full of flowers at my trainers place when tied up.

same horse bucked me off in the sea infront of a party of schoolkids (twas a tad mortified!)
 
I would love to say nothing..

But she has a habit of going for cuddles with my trainer while she is talking to me and horse is stood still.. I can't ask her to back up as she flings her head when asked so would smack said trainer in the face. :/ There is more but I can't think of them at this point.
 
Leaned so far out of the window at the back of his box, to watch his mate in the school, that he knocked the brick wall down. Very embarrassing having to tell YO.
 
I teach all my babies to load in a trailer, so it was mortifying when someone bought a homebred from me, came to load him to take him away and he switched off. Did the zombie thing, lay down and refused to move.

Nothing like a horse to make you look like a lying idiot :(

On the other side of the coin I sold a colt that I had bought in and he would NOT load, EVER, food, companions, hours and hours of patient practise, nothing would induce him to go in the trailer. I told the buyer this, so we had a crew present prepared to lift him on if necessary, what did he do but take one look at the damn trailer and walk straight in as if he did it every day of his life :(

Again, made me look a total plonker :(
 
1. Got tangled in electric fencing while trying to escape, cutting his hind cannon down to the bone.

2. Attempted to jump a 5 bar gate uphill from a standstill and got stuck on the top. Luckily no damage done as, according to my mum, he just hung there "like a pound of mince" until they rescued him. Idiot. She did also say if he hadn't tried to go from a standstill he'd probably have made it!
 
A lovely, elegant Asian couple came to view my old house with a view to buy it. They were self-confessed horse-muggles and they had the tiniest little girl with who was wearing pink Hello Kitty shoes that squeaked like squeaky toys. Naturally, she wanted to see the horses, who were grazing quietly in the field.

She came squeaking up to the fence, reaching up to lean against it, when my mare- the gentlest creature on the planet- wandered over to have a look. She took one look at the squeaky toddler and launched at her with pure hatred, biting her on the arm.

I have never heard a child scream like that in my life. Toddler was screaming, mother was screaming, father was screaming, I was screaming. Needless to say, they did not buy the house.

No permanent damage was done to the child and the horse hasn't so much as bared teeth since.
 
A girl from the stables was getting married and it was decided it would be nice for everyone to put on their show gear, plait up and go.

Mine skipped over the drawbridge, pooed about 50 times outside the chateau with all the guests screeching and running for cover whilst she showed off her finest moves.

Oh and she also broke the dentists nose, broke through untold fences (hunting for boys) and then there was an incident so awful I dare not describe it.
 
When id just got rosk about 10 years ago and was about 11, me and my friend would always hack to the shop for sweets. We'd cross over the pavement in front of the shop to get to this little driveway next to it where one of us would hold the horses and the other would go in. When crossing the pavement he suddenly stopped, I couldn't work out why. Until he started weeing!!! I was mortified, there was a giant lake of wee in front of some poor lady's shop :eek3: queue getting shouted at by her and having to go into the back of the shop to get a mop bucket of water to rinse it away with... The memory still haunts me

Eta we never went back!!!
 
WindyStacks said:
and then there was an incident so awful I dare not describe it.
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Aw, go on...

Mine is of course practically perfect in every way. However, at clinic many years ago the lady who was teaching hopped on to demonstrate some canter work (we had just started changes I think)...and he declined to canter. If she asked from trot, he walked. If she asked from walk, he sort of lurched sideways. After a few circuits of lurching between trot and walk he came and stood next to me in the middle with a look of angelic sweetness on his face.

Trainer wasn't doing anything wrong that I could see. Horse is very willing usually and has never done anything like it before or since. :o
 
Mine are really, really good at being embarrassing, naughty or silly.
Yesterday, the blacksmith came for my Bellinda, and Sherpa was in the courtyard too. He climbed on the low wall twice, he ate flowers, and he tried to play with the blacksmith stuff.

When she was young, with her previous owner, Bellinda escaped, crossed (and damaged of course) three cabbage fields, and arrived on the track of the local airport (a tiny one). Nobody coudl catch her and the airport staff had to make circles around her with a car to avoid her coming in the middle of the track, until her owner (who was injured when Bellinda escaped) arrived to catch her.
I think it's her best public display, but she did many many other thing in 25 long years. ^^

Sherpa also had his glory hour while we tried to break him to drive (is that the correct way to say it? ). He was driven with an other horse and got scared of cows. He started to galop and the other horse followed him. They got out of control and arrived on a busy road we crossed in front of a car. Then, they jumped the slop on the side of the road and the carriage broke (it didn't jump has goog as the horses). Hopefully, they stopped there.

Last year, I put him in a livery yard where ther was a cow. I thougt it would be a good idea to solve his "cow problem". He was supposed to live in individual paddock, but decided he wanted compagnie... and broke the electric fence to go with the cow... After he did it a few time, the livery owner decided to let him stay with the cow.
A few week later, the vet came for the cow (vermifuge and stuff), and he was really worried about his horned friend, and people doing strange thing to her. He pushed the vet and got the cow following him across the field. They had trouble to catch her again.

And those are only exemples...
 
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LadyGascoyne said:
They were self-confessed horse-muggles.....
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Horse-muggles! Love that, I shall be stealing it! :D

Many moons ago I borrowed a friend's gorgeous cob to go to PC Camp. He was bombproof and had been thoroughly spook busted during his education. During one of our lessons the instructor told us to dismount and remount from the wrong side. I was last to hop back on and George suddenly forgot all his training and freaked out. I got my foot in the stirrup and he bombed off across the xc field, tail in the air, puffing and blowing, bucking and farting. Luckily I slipped my foot out again before he managed to drag me anywhere. We caught him and the instructor legged me up (on the correct side) and wandered off muttering something about horses who aren't prepared properly for the world.
 
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Where do I start?
First time Til went to beach, we cantered with the other horses. Got to where it started to get crowded and the other horses stopped. Til was having fun until she realised the others had stopped and did a 180 turn, cue me out the side door in front of everybody!

Then there was the time she bolted at the sound of police sirens - when they saw us they turned them off. They tried to overtake us (we were on a narrow backroad) and she jumped to the side to stop them overtaking. I held out my hand for them t stop and threw myself off the side. She always stops when rider comes off. Police stopped to see if was ok. I was mortified - she's normally not phased by anything.

The first group lesson we had in a field and we were jumping. Til went over jump and decided not to turn and we nearly knocked into the specatators.

First time cross country, she made a halfhearted attempt at a jump, changed her mind and came back. She halted and started to eat the gorse. Looked down and she had her hoof caught in the wood. I got off to free her leg, rearrange the fence before getting back on to represent her at it. It was in the middle of the field where every spectator could see her.

Two weeks ago, she spooked in field, went through electric fencing, through carrot crop, down onto main road and was caught and placed in stable. No idea what happened or why she did it but went to apologise to YO and offered to pay for damages.
 
Connemara and I uprooted a whole Rhododendron tree out hunting once and took it with us for a good few metres. Earning him the name 'The bulldozer.'
 
Some years ago, pony found that a fisherman had left open a wire gate, and took the opportunity to cross two rivers and explore the garden of the adjoining property - a nice mill (currently on the market for £3m, if you're interested).

The elderly gardener's attempts to catch / chase away the pony had him galloping around the place with excitement, cutting no end of great big divets in the immaculate lawns, which I had to spend most of the weekend patching with compost.

Be warned (if you do want to buy the mill) that since compost is richer than ordinary soil, each spring you will still see ghostly hoof-prints appear each year on your otherwise perfect croquet lawn...
 
Welsh cob mare and a bunch of kids, mare was sitting like a dog rubbing her lady bits on the floor with a look of sheer orgasmic bliss. Kids of course asked what she was doing
 
Recently my boy decided he'd quite like a good roll in the nice soft sand at the beach - not unusual apart from the fact that he had a saddle - and me - on his back!!

I discovered that day that I may actually have some pretty quick reflexes - never having had to do any form of emergency dismount before, I was quite impressed with myself haha!
 
At a yard (many years a go) I was sat on the fence watching my horse graze in the field. It was a fairly idyllic scene horse stood at top of bank with the river bubbling away about 10ft below. All was peaceful when horse saw a yummy blade of grass 3ft behind him . Rather than turning round he walked backwards 3 paces - off the top of the 10ft bank and flipped onto his back landing with a huge splash in the river... I ran down expecting to see a seriously injured horse ... What I found was a very wet horse trotting towards me... Unhurt but slightly embarrassed...
 
I regularly have to retrieve one of mine from neighbours' gardens and fields. He's a monster. And then there's Fergs who once turned up for a lesson at trainer's yard and stayed for a week :rolleyes3:

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pennyturner said:
Be warned (if you do want to buy the mill) that since compost is richer than ordinary soil, each spring you will still see ghostly hoof-prints appear each year on your otherwise perfect croquet lawn...
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Is this your entry for the ghostly stories thread? :D
 
pennyturner said:
Well it scared the bejeezus out of me - the mill owner was one of those terrifying elderly upper-class chatelaine types, and I thought she was going to have me fed to the hounds!
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I'm fairly sure, with a little poetic license (perhaps she could feed you to the hounds!), you could make that into a decent ghost story - I love the ghostly footprints. Vaguely echoes Kipling's the sound of galloping hooves but there is no way through the woods.
 
Out on a hack once, and passing houses not far from the stables, a woman was unloading her shopping from the boot of her car. P can never resist food, and the sight of all those veggies was just too much for him. When she came back out of her front door, there we were - P with his head in her boot rummaging and me frantically hauling on the reins trying to get him back out having failed totally to stop him bustling across the road and up her driveway. Fortunately he didn't actually eat or damage anything and she saw the funny side.

Also, with my first pony, we were at a show and had just come forward to 'stand up' for the judge. As she walked around the back, he lifted his tail and let rip with the most enormous fart. I'm convinced to this day that's the reason we dropped from about fourth to right at the bottom of the line up, even his most spectacular flying change in our individual show (no-one else even did one) didn't make up for it.
 
asmp said:
Mine managed to wee in his treat ball - I was quite impressed actually!
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Now that takes skill!

Lets see....a few to mention:

Letting himself out of his field, chew through cabling and cutting off power supply to yard and house (we were asked to leave this yard after that)

At another yard i had to move stables as he'd pulled the chest of drawers from the 'tack' area of his stable into his bed, and was attempting to remove the water mains pipe from the ceiling.

Took on a pub ride, as i dismounted, he rolled, in the pub's front garden. Different ride, same pub, he headbutted the bottom of my pint of shandy as i was drinking, sending shandy up my nose / down my clothes and giving me what resembled a half hearted chelsea smile.

Escaped from his stable, came face to face with another livery trying to feed her horse breakfast, he grabbed the bucket, they tussled, he won, ate her horses breakfast in front of her.

Breaking his tie ring at Brightling horse trials so he could roll in the lorry park, right next to a swanky lorry (he groans really loudly when rolling and drew attention to himself)

Oh - i like this one, taking him to a local show centre for dressage. Only they had resurfaced the arena and he did NOT like the new surface. So he tried to do the test without touching the floor....we got as far as down the centre line, track right, fart and piss off across the arena. Halt....still halting. Piss off again. Only time i've retired during a test!

Gotta love him, its been 10 years and embarrassment is all too frequent. : )
 
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