I have two horses, Rabhar and the Tarq. They are both Arabians. Why do I like Arab horses? Because they are like no other horses on the planet. They are tough, sweet, intelligent, interested in their surroundings, and in interacting with humans. If you can hit it off with an Arab horse you have a mate for life!
A great advantage when you want to ”Catch your horse” LOL! Other people have to catch their horses! I only have to stand at the gate, call, and they come trotting towards me! It’s good to be loved
Rabhar was given to me as a meadow-decoration. He has been a well-known show-horse, and has been very badly treated during his career, he was in such a bad state he wouldn’t cover mares anymore, and the lady who owned him at that time was quite fond of him, and tried to get rid of him by giving him to me. Now I wasn’t really looking for a horse to keep which wasn’t even healthy, but; my grandmother had two old mares and was looking for a companion horse for them, so Rabhar came to live with her.
The problem with Rabhar is, that once you’ve looked into those deep, beautiful eyes, you are lost. In love. For ever. Rabhar was difficult enough, but he is also so sweet, noble, courageous, gentle and kindhearted! He has every good quality one can desire. Rabhar is a real prince! After a couple of days he came towards me and started to do his ”Show” That was something he did regularly afterwards, but this was the first time: he was magnificent! Gorgeous! And he moved much better than usual. I thought: If he can move like that, it must be possible to get him a bit better, and therefore make his life better. So, a lot of work, massaging, exercises, etc. And we went out riding three times a week. It is great when a horse considers a ride with you as the highlight of his day, and trots towards you in the meadow, and keeps snorting of pleasure every step of the way! In the end we did do a lot of riding and we had lots of fun!
Unfortunately he is not so well anymore. I will never be able to ride him again, something he hasn’t forgiven me for. As a true Arab horse he never considers anything to be impossible, but our riding-days are definitely over. I just spoil and pamper him now as much as possible. It breaks my heart though; now and then I think I have to put him down, and then he’s suddenly a lot better again, and I decide not to. As long as Rabhar is reasonably well, and most important: happy! I’ll look after him. But I think to give your beloved a decent ending, is just as important as looking after them.
Having had to deal with His Royal Highness Rabhar gave me the confidence to get involved with The Tarq.
I was, and still am, going through a difficult time, and went to see a psychiatrist, and he wanted me to take Prozac, or Xeroxsat or some such crap. I thought I could do better and decided a horse would be a good idea. I mean one I could ride, and have adventures with. Go on weekends with horsey-friends!
I looked far and wide and, long live the internet! I found The Tarq via a site in Germany. He was advertised as a quiet brown Arabian. What they call in America: ”Husband-proof”. Duuuhh, The Tarq is a walking menace! If Rabhar is a prince; The Tarq would be an Extreme Fighter, and in his sparetime he would be a Football-hooligan! I’ve pointed this out to the lady who sold him to me (We have become friends) and she tells me: ”He’s your’s now, you’ve bought him! Not my problem!”
One major problem is, that he’s MEGA-clever! I am just a tiny bit more clever, but I have to keep all my wits about me, and keep fully awake! Last year we had a score-board in the stables: Tarq versus Aafke. Some months it was touch and go, but I always managed to get on top by the end of the month.
Being with The Tarq means you’ll need good health-insurance, and a very large sense of humour, and a lot of patience. And, you need to be able to whack him one once in a while. Quite different from Rabhar, the Gentleman. The Tarq never means any real harm, he is truly sweet, but, according to horse-etiquette: he is in his right to test me on a regular basis. And he does. When he is really obnoxious, and I do whack him one, he puts his head up, and looks at me with intense satisfaction: ”She can still do it!” And don’t tell me that we rule the animal-world, because I always get perfectly trained by my animals: after a year I am exactly what they want me to be!
One of our best outings was a half week at the sea. The Tarq thought the sea looked very suspicious.
We went into the sea every day. Only below belly-level, The Tarq did a lot of acrobatics: I fell off three times over four days, and ended up with a bruised right side, a slight concussion, and the last was the worse: An severely bruised back. Caused me a lot of pain! I couldn’t walk or do anything, so my friends had to load him on the trailer for the ride home. Now The Tarq has a very sweet face, and, as I’m generally alert he seems very well-behaved. So they are always telling me: ”You have such a sweet horse, what do you mean he’s trouble?” They were about to find out! The Tarq doesn’t like being put into a horse-box:
- So, he turned around dragged friend#1 with him for a couple of meters, she had to let go, and Tarq trotted away with his tail up.
- Second time he galloped the other way with friend#1 until she had to let go.
- Friend #2 took over. Tarq was in front of the horsebox, but turned sideways. Friends #1,#3,#4,#5 were standing around him holding a rope to keep him from trotting away. The Tarq targetted friend #1 as the weakest link, moved in front of her, scanned beyond her for the best escape-route, and then lowered his head and decided he could move underneath the rope. They got that and everybody lowered the rope. He then thought he could jump over it; and lifted his head. This went on for a couple of times: up, down, up, down, etc. It was very funny to watch! Until friend #2 got him to face the horsebox. and they managed to get him inside.
I finally got some justice: my friends came up to me and they said: ” Sorry, we had no idea! He is só Mega-Clever!” You see, The Tarq doesn’t just ”Escape”: he has a well laid out Plan! He is the horse equivalent of Napoleon!
For more exiting stories about The Tarq read posts marked: ”Trouble with Tarq” This is also going to be the title of the book I’m going to write: our memoirs. If I survive…
Tarq and his new Arabic name-plate. he is trying to open his door here. He thinks that impresses me.