Mares are different. You either love them or you don’t. I find few who are in the gray area when it comes to owning a mare. For example, I bought Rose when she was three years old. I really think she picked me. I looked at several other horses, but Rose nuzzled and licked me right from our first visit. It was an instant connection. Over the last few years, she has given me a run for my money, that is for sure. We had issues with every aspect of her training and her attitude.
Princess Rose thought she should be looked at, told how beautiful she is, and given a peppermint. As far as she was concerned, that was it. She and I have had many discussions over the years, as to who is in charge and whether or not I was to get on her back. She hated my leg on her. She hated being told to change gaits. She turned around and bit my leg right in front of the judge, and when she said she was done for the day, she meant it. Yes, she frustrated me, and I am sure I frustrated her. I would spend hours every day trying to figure her out. I had a feeling she was doing the same.
As you can see, it has been a journey with her for sure. However, when I walk up to the barn and hear her nicker to me and when sees me from out in the pasture and comes running up to me, I cave every time. Today, Rose has decided that I can ride her. I think she enjoys our rides now. I have been told “well, that’s a mare for you. They are temperamental.” I guess it is true, but I wouldn’t have her any other way. That is what owning a mare is all about.