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WHY PLAY in the water you have to DRINK?! WHY WHY WHY?!!!

Tuesday, August 6th, 2019 | Filed under Dalton

I’m sure many of you have a horse that plays in his water…

I’ve been really lucky for many years.  No one plays in their water anymore.  Slick would do it occasionally, but usually only on really hot days or when he was just in the mood.

Now… I have Dalton.  Dalton plays in his water – non-stop.  For no reason.

You see, I’ve tested this.  He will play in fresh water during the night.  He will play in his water during the cool mornings.  He will play any time of any day.

Granted, he is young (5 or 6), but he is old enough to know better.  He only has one water.   Well, that’s not true, he now has 3 different waterers.  I’m hoping at least one is clean by the end of the day…  But you’d think he’d connect the dots.  If he ruins his water, he has no water until I notice.  I wouldn’t play in my only drinking water.  None of the other horses do… but of course, Dalton is Dalton.  That is why I love him so.

At least now I know.  He needs a trough that is big and heavy and taller than his legs.

Tomorrow, I am giving him a 75 gallon Rubbermaid trough.

Here, in the early morning, he has already dumped one bucket… and pushed his hay all into the mess. At first, I thought he was a wayward dunker, but I don’t see any hay in the actual trough. So, I don’t think he is a dunker. I think he is a water park enthusiast.

Here he is smiling as the sun came up… his hook bucket of water tossed into the field. You can see it through the neck hole there.

Here I put a bucket inside his feeder. He first bit the hose and flung it around and then he dumped the waterer – even though it was tied tight!

I’m thinking of putting Mo in with him. They play biteyface all day through the fence. Perhaps two pranksters in one paddock will keep each other occupied!


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DALTON IS IN THE HOUSE! We walked him home!

Today is the last day of July so I had to move Dalton from my neighbor’s place as she is actually full up with boarders and Dalton was taking her mare’s paddock (Thank you, CC!).

To refresh, I have been consumed with my new job and didn’t even think to trailer-train Dalton.  So, when I pulled up at 9:30am to get him, he wasn’t having any of it.

After an hour, he had put in 3 feet and I was running out of time as it was getting HOT.  Besides, I didn’t want to force his first trailer episode in my trailer… I had to make a decision before it became too hot – I called a friend to see if she could help me walk Dalton home.  She was having her nails done but her husband, Dan, was home.

Aha!  Perfect.  Dan was a police officer and has that ‘cool as a cucumber’ demeanor.  I called Dan and he came right over!  I pulled my trailer back home; Dan and I drove to Dalton’s boarding place in his truck… we put on Dalton’s halter, we walked through the vineyards as if we did it every day – while chatting about life, crossed the street, walked up our hill and put him away!

Dalton was a joy!  He walked only as fast as we walked and I swear he was listening to our conversation.  I’m sure he felt it.  All three of us were just walking along.  No issues, and we missed the heat.

Dan and I leaving Dalton’s boarding home. We are going to walk through a few vineyards to get to my street.  (I’m asking the owner of the boarding place near my house – how do we go through the vineyards?… I had never done it before – but we were going to do it today!)


I let him out in Gwen’s paddock, alone.  (I put Gwen in with Wrigley, Finn and BG.)  This way, I could watch him easily via the kitchen window.

Immediately Annie, Mo and Missy Miss came over.  Of course, Annie ran the show…  Dalton was confused by Mo, but most horses are when they meet a donkey for the first time.  Although, Dalton wasn’t too disturbed so I figure he had seen a donkey previously.

Then, little Dodger and Norma trotted to the fence.  Dalton met both of them.  Poor old Dodger tried to put up a stallionlike display, but he is just too old for that sort of stuff now.  Dalton was kind to them both.  No rearing or displays of vigor.

Pretty much Dalton settled on Annie.  She’s big.  She can fight off intruders.  She’s the Boss.

He’s smart to want to be in her shadow.

Upon arrival, Missy Miss, Annie and Mo ran up from the huge field to greet him. Dalton has spent most of his time with geldings, so these ladies were thrilling to him!   (This pic was taken from far away, so it isn’t sharp.)


As the day progressed, Dalton was a bit worried because Annie, Mo and Missy Miss went about their day in the large paddock – leaving Dalton.  So, I went out there and sat with him and read my book.  That was good… until the wind came up.

I decided to call back the trio and lock them into their upper paddock for the evening.  This way, Dalton would have big horse company (Norma and Dodger are right next door, but apparently, not good enough…) for his first night.

In the afternoon, when the wind kicked up, I brought the trio up from the large pasture into the paddock next to Dalton. Here he is looking at Missy Miss who Annie has just told to ‘go away, he’s mine!’. Mo watches.

Dalton and Annie make friends. Dalton is no dummy. Annie is the biggest mare and the strongest. He knows who will keep him safe.

I told him how smart he was to pick Annie. They both looked over.  Annie is a big girl.  She towers over him.


At dinner, the wind had calmed and Dalton was calm…  In fact, he was very interested in the cats instead of the horses.  The cats, being good cats, kept him company.

Here he is, eating dinner out of a tub that is closer to Annie. I figured that would help… It is still windy.

As the evening progressed, the heat and wind died down and the cats came out. (The black cat is there, too, just out of frame.)

Dalton settled nicely.

After feeding, I was walking the aisle, giving everyone watermelon. Dalton waited his turn. In the background, you can see my chair… I am sure I will sit there for a time tomorrow. But really, I think he will be just fine.


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