maya2008
Well-Known Member
So today I had the pleasure of being ‘emotional support human’ for a certain Welsh mare when she got herself in a pickle. Now what was the pickle?
Jealousy.
Her boy rode his other pony first. So Welsh madam had a big old meltdown about the fact that he had not followed the routine and he didn’t value her and she wasn’t his friend anymore (she usually objects but decided that this was two days in a row and she’d completely lost her patience!). I left them to it for a bit but she managed to upset him after a while and then couldn’t cope with the fact that she had successfully upset him and was winding herself up more and more… Rational thought had long since left the building (field?).
So along I came, endured five more minutes of drama and then stood there with her favourite treat and waited… She did finally accept that she trusts me and I could catch her and act as go between to sort it all out. So in the end all was well. She got her boy back, he brushed her mane and made her look pretty, she relaxed. The aftermath was her being stuck like glue to her emotional support pony (my mare) for the whole ride though!
We’ve had her meltdowns over physical things before, but this is the first time she has truly lost all emotional control over her own feelings. She’s threatened a bit every time he’s ridden someone else first but always been mollified by a treat. Two days in a row was apparently her breaking point. Such a special cookie!
Jealousy.
Her boy rode his other pony first. So Welsh madam had a big old meltdown about the fact that he had not followed the routine and he didn’t value her and she wasn’t his friend anymore (she usually objects but decided that this was two days in a row and she’d completely lost her patience!). I left them to it for a bit but she managed to upset him after a while and then couldn’t cope with the fact that she had successfully upset him and was winding herself up more and more… Rational thought had long since left the building (field?).
So along I came, endured five more minutes of drama and then stood there with her favourite treat and waited… She did finally accept that she trusts me and I could catch her and act as go between to sort it all out. So in the end all was well. She got her boy back, he brushed her mane and made her look pretty, she relaxed. The aftermath was her being stuck like glue to her emotional support pony (my mare) for the whole ride though!
We’ve had her meltdowns over physical things before, but this is the first time she has truly lost all emotional control over her own feelings. She’s threatened a bit every time he’s ridden someone else first but always been mollified by a treat. Two days in a row was apparently her breaking point. Such a special cookie!