Because horses have the capacity to be scared of anything and everything.
You know that moment, the one right before something awful happens with your horse when you’re thinking, “hmm, this could go poorly,” and yet you fail to react? Yeah, I know it too. And it usually is over something absurdly silly. Of course in this specific scenario the rodent likely latches onto the horse’s nose and justifies the ensuing terror and causes enough trauma to justify all sorts of future spooking.
Morgane Schmidt Gabriel is a 34-year-old teacher/artist/dressage trainer/show announcer/ who still hasn’t quite decided what she wants to be when she grows up. A native Floridian, she now lives in Reno, NV, where she’s been able to confirm her suspicion that snow is utterly worthless. Though she has run the gamut of equestrian disciplines, her favorite is dressage. She was recently able to complete her USDF bronze and silver medals and is currently working on her gold. Generally speaking her life is largely ruled by Woody, a 14.2 hand beastly quarter horse, Willie, a now beastly 7-year-old Dutch gelding, and Stormy, her friend’s nearly all white paint gelding with a penchant for finding every mud hole and pee spot in existence. Visit her website at www.theideaoforder.com.