This afternoon I put on my gumboots (yes the pink ones!), my jacket and hat and I headed out into the rain and to Teddy's paddock with a bucket of feed, his halter and lead and my carrot stick (minus the string).
Teddy knows the white feed bucket when he sees it so he headed straight over but I put it on the other side of the little river that has formed between my neighbours property and our dam. This way it was out of his reach. I attempted to catch him but he played the same old evasive game, so I upped the ante quick smart and tipped the feed into his rubber trough and stood a few steps from it leaving a clear path for Teddy to get to it. He waltzed right over but before he could take a bite I blocked him with the carrot stick. He paced around, just out of reach, attempting to get to the feed but I continued to block him every time - this went on for a good 20 minutes. He wasn't giving in and never was I.
I talked sweetly to him the whole time, putting out the halter for him to sniff and nibble etc and telling him that if he were a wild horse he'd have a herd leader telling him when he could drink, eat and play with the girls so now he would have to contend with a new-improved leader in me. He was evasive and shifty by trying to pace rings around me, he tried to ignore me and walk away to get me to follow him, he pretended his attention was taken by a roo pouncing through the paddock but as soon as I looked in that direction he went for the feed. Still I took possession of the feed, talking sweetly too him, and tried to reassure him that I wasn't going to hurt him. I let him sniff the halter and lead etc. He wasn't getting the feed and I wasn't getting the halter on him or able to touch him in any way.
Teddy got fed up after 20 minutes and changed tack. He pinned his ears back and raised his head above me (he's huge compared to me). He was as threatening as he could be, showing me the whites of his eyes and turning his head to the side and staring me down with his ears back and body within inches of me flicking his head at me. But I stood my ground. I looked up at him and softly said, "I don't think so mate."
I continued to talk to him and put the halter out to him. After another 5 minutes of this I took the end of the lead and managed to softly stroked his cheek with it. He still had his ears back and looking at me like he was going to stomp me but he didn't pull away. I continued to stroke his face with the end of the lead rope. After a minute or two of this I allow him to have a mouthful of feed. When I blocked him for his second bite the evasive game started again, but this time only for a minute then he let me stroke him with the lead and then, eventually, my hand.
I wanted to keep the pressure on so I didn't allow him to eat until he let me drape the lead rope around his neck. This happened within a few minutes so I let him have another mouthful. Then I let him loose and stepped away. He went for the feed and I blocked him. He took a few steps back and just looked at me so I stroked his face with my hand, put the lead rope around his neck and put the halter on. I was talking sweetly to him this whole time and when the halter was on I rubbed him between the eyes (his favourite spot), then took the halter off and let him have some feed.
At this stage I took the carrot stick and backed him up away from the feed but he was in a new frame of mind and moved his head to me for a pat. I gave him one, haltered him again and led him to his feed, which he ate. I took the halter off and while he ate I rubbed him between the eyes. He was content.
I pick up the white bucket and my other things and walked to the gate, a fair distance from where he was eating. Then I went back to him with the halter in my hand. He just let me halter him, give him a pat and take the halter off again.
It ended on a good note and I feel Teddy understood it wasn't a bad experience after all. Tomorrow I will probably have to go through it all again. We will see. All I can be sure of is that I better get bloody good and reading his bluff or I could be in all sorts of trouble!
I'm sure I'll be fine.
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