I asked anyone, and everyone, who would listen, “What would you suggest I do about these two horses? I can’t take the one out (George) without the other (Calypso) having a fit! I have back issues, so I have to be careful about what I do. I hate to give up on her, yet.” I explained what had happened when I last took her out and she flipped out, rearing and spinning around me. I explained how I was laid up for a week after that. But nobody had any answers.
Then, came along a woman that turned into a dear friend. We met when I sold a pony to her a year previous, and we really clicked, and we became fast friends. As she is a smart horsewoman, I started to complain to her the same thing I had to everyone else, “What would you suggest I do?” She knew about my back problems, and she saw the pain I could be in if I pushed it. She suggested, “Bring Calypso over to my place for a couple of weeks and we’ll see how it goes. Maybe she’ll act better without George around.” Perfect! So, I loaded up Calypso and hauled her over there.
George had a fit!! For two days, and two nights, he nickered non-stop. In a sweat, lathered up in his hind end, he trotted back and forth, nickering. By day three he was beginning to accept that she wasn’t here, and dove into a depression like no other. He stopped eating and would stand there with his head hanging down like he was going to colic. I knew he wasn’t because if he heard a noise that he thought might be Calypso he’d snap out of it in a second, and start running back and forth, nickering as loud as he could again. After a few minutes he’d realize it wasn’t her, he’d stop, and drop his head again.
On the other hand, Calypso was fine. I took my daughter to see her, after she had settled in, around day three. I lounged Calypso for a few minutes, then my daughter rode her, bareback, while I lead Calypso around the paddock. No incidents of any sort. No panic, no nickering, nothing, just a horse walking with her rider. The only time Calypso did nicker was when a horse from a nearby pasture was haltered, and the handler took it out. But Calypso merely nickered maybe three, or four, times before returning to us.
George was a mess. I was becoming concerned. I text my friend several times, hoping she’d have an idea about what to do with George, and his depression. I tried giving him grain, carrots, apples, all his favorite treats to no avail. As a matter of fact, he was aggressive towards me. He knew I had taken her away, and he was mad at me for it. My friends only suggestion, take Calypso back home.
The day we decided I’d take her back home we planned a day at the arena with Calypso and her horse. Calypso was a bit wound up, jumpy is more like it. She spooked at the grass growing! Otherwise she was a usual hyperactive five year old mare. We never got to the arena because of a flat tire, but Calypso was acting as I would expect a horse to act the entire day.
When we brought her home I decided I wouldn’t allow the two horses in the same paddock. I’d put Calypso in an arena, with a tarp blocking her view of George, and they couldn’t touch each other, but they would obviously know the other one was there. Calypso exited the trailer just fine for my daughter. We put her in the paddock, and no sooner did my daughter remove the halter, then George came racing over and nickering like a madman, which got Calypso running around the arena!
It had been a long day, I had to tend to my back, so I walked away while the two of them raced around, George in the pasture and Calypso in the arena.