The Stall Climber

Some years ago while living and training horses in Colorado I received a call from a frantic owner of a young quarter horse. The horse's behavior was erratic and borderline dangerous. This couple was by now completely intimidated by this yearling. Something about this equation just didn't seem right. Oh, did I forget to mention this horse was bred for racing?

When I arrived at the facility I found the horse cooped up in a small dark, dusty stall. The sight of people sent him literally trying to climb the walls to get out. After taking a hard look at the situation I walked outside to breath some clean fresh Colorado spring air before dealing with the certain challenge inside. Suddenly a whole lot of threads added to this unfortunate formula. The horse was bred to race, so had hot bloodlines. The horse was very well fed, muscled out, and still in tact (still a stallion). And finally, the poor creature was incarcerated in the most unpleasant and unnatural of environments imaginable.

Now how in the world could this poor animal behave like a gentleman?