Keep that shit on Pongo!
My parents grew up on beef cattle ranches and while my dad is a veterinarian (think old school farm vet) they mostly ranched for my lifetime. They see horses as a commodity for working, not as pets, and a lot of the things we do for performance horses seems a bit ridiculous to them. For example if a horse came up lame and my dad couldn't easily identify what it was, they were tossed out to pasture and reevaluated at a later date. If a horse started getting arthritis their work load was reduced (turned into a kid horse or only ridden once a week). If a horse had a more long term issue (like Stinker's EPM), they would have been sold. My mom actually told me I needed to sell him, which didn't go over very well...
He isn't weird at all...
The point of all of that is I was very curious what they would think of Stinker. It was actually quite funny, because my dad said nothing. It isn't that surprising because he never talked a lot, but as the Parkinson's progresses he talks even less. My mom is the one that made me laugh. I asked her what she thought and she said, "He sure knows how to pick them up and put them down." Ummm....thanks? I think...maybe.
Such a Goober
Anyway, after they actually saw me ride him, I think my mom kind of likes him. She still thinks he is funny looking (Saddlebreds vs. Quarter Horses...), but she decided he was quite flashy and looked like fun. I think Stinker likes having an audience, because he was a total rockstar. We even managed to work on walk trot transitions with out a melt down and to make it better we got some decent ones. They were quite good for us, but decent for normal horses. And to make it even better S thought he looked good enough we should be on track to do a training level dressage test this spring. I am going with Stinker got the parents stamp of approval.
How can you not love this face?