Like Dogs? Like Horses? Take 6 minutes and watch these two have a blast with each other;
Sometimes you just have to take a break from all the major drama and look at what is going on around you.
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I must say that my experience with horses, while fairly extensive, ended nearly 36 years ago. That was the last time I rode regularly, is what I mean.
I've known cattle dogs on ranches and I've known other herding dogs that hung around barns, but like you, I've never seen interaction like this. The uploader comments on the video page indicate these two were raised together, so that, I'm sure you would agree, explains a lot.
I'd love to meet your old mare.
All the best, and may all your animals live to ripe, old ages!
is not a mustang, although her grandsire was mustang/quarterhorse cross. I watched her, as a weanling turned out with the older herd, chase coyotes out of the pasture when she was as young as 6 months old. The older horses generally ignored coyotes slinking around the edges of their pasture. Not her. She's been a one-horse wrecking crew from the very beginning.
Working dogs, or dogs brought up with horses from puppy hood, learn to stay away pretty easily. Dogs with a "chase" instinct sometimes never learn. The injured dog I referred to was a whippet mix.
My dog, an Australian Shepherd, will not enter a corral or pasture without me, and when we're in a corral or pasture together, she does not approach the horses. If I don't invite her in, she'll race back and forth along the outside of the fence, anxiously waiting for a call or for me to come out.
She WILL keep track of them out on a ride, though. 
Thank you. 
Glad you liked it!
k&r
I would recommend for the top of the page!
" r#30" = Recommend number 30
"from a gd sop purist." = From a God Damned Standard Operating Procedure Purist
"dog takes shortcuts & stays safe" = this being self explanatory.
If I am correct on the above, all I have to add is an audible chuckle and a
Water was from a spring on a hill piped down into a storage tank and the house was from the 19th century with gas wall sconces.
I had a garden and baked my own bread. We had a goat for milk and free range chickens. There was one event that was the most memorable, the birth of a foal in the middle of the night in the small barn. It really felt like a throwback to a prior century in the light of the classic oil lamps.
What's funny is I was at a table with a bunch of people who were country western fans and they knew I was a rocker but I was the only one there who had ever been on a horse, despite their wardrobe.
- If only humans could do that.....
It's one of a few things that Tennessee's got going for it. The retirement home for abused, used and just spent circus elephants of advanced years.
http://www.elephants.com/
- My Dachs/mix was 21 and died last year from cancer. They're special.
When I was 13 and 14 I had the good fortune of being able to look after a 7 year old, 15 hand gelding thoroughbred named "Robber Boy".
This animal;
No, that's not me up, but our jockey on a race day.
I was the groom (or "Strapper" as they called it in Australia) on this magnificent animal and rode him every day. When I started looking after him, he had not raced for over a year. After about 8 weeks of me caring for him and riding him every day after school, which included long jogs of up to 5 or 6 miles, the owner decided to start racing him again.
Our best finish was 2nd in about 8 starts. Robber Boy was incredibly patient and had a great sense of humor. I could lie flat on his back and snooze and he would just stand still for me.
And man...could that boy run. Gathering him up on a back country road...he knew....just...KNEW. A gentle :heyup: and loosening of the reins and off he went. Running so fast in a matter of seconds that the skin on my cheeks was flapping!
Lungs on legs. No fucking doubt.
No prob!
