I should have nipped the real problem in the bud when Dancer was young but it was pretty tough to do unless I stood outside round the clock to remind her to behave. Since coming to live with us as a foal, she found she could stick her head out of the pasture fence to graze the green grass Stoney couldn't reach. It reminds me of people who let their kitten climb in the Christmas tree--when they're young (and featherweights!), it's adorable. The next year when they're heavy enough to break branches, it's not so cute any more. The same was true of Dancer and her naughty habit of leaning through the fence. By the following year when she turned two, her excessive pushing would stretch out our fence.
|Sorry if that's graphic, but you get used to seeing raw flesh with clumsy horses.|