I had switched over to a new barn in time to take part in their summer camps. While most of the students attending the camp were new there as well, we were allowed to pick our horses for the week. Our basis for choosing was solely off of their trot in from the paddock to their stall as an instructor shouted out the horse’s name. It was nothing more than a blur of a horse running into a room before we were turning our attention to the next one. My attention stopped with Screech though, and I had decided right then and there that we would be spending the week together.
I probably should have thought twice about that.
Screech was a chestnut, Quarter Horse gelding. That’s all I knew about him going in. It was only after we were paired up for the week that I discovered this gelding had the mindset of a stallion and he was eager to capture the new mare’s, Destiny’s, attention. Continue reading