Off the trailer he was 6 months old and shaggy as a highland cow. Only a very pale, buttermilk buckskin-colored highland cow.

And he was pretty fine with everything. He didn't like the bit when I introduced that, but that's not unusual. He made all the icky faces and tried to spit it out. But saddles, he took in stride. Me getting on him, no problem. Walking around with me on him, not a big deal.
What was a big deal, for me was going faster than a walk. I got all stiff and scared and worried, and I realize now, he did too! I've only come off him once, when we were cantering in the arena, and he either tripped, or did a correction buck, and I went off over his shoulder. Pretty classic case of dump the monkey. I'd been perched forward and clinging like any good primate would when scared. And I was looking at the ground, and there I went.
Well, this summer, I sent Pip off to a very good trainer here in Albuquerque, and it worked wonders. For me as well as for him. More for me, I think. I got lessons, and those gave me more confidence than I can describe. The up shot is, Pip is back at the barn here, and I'm a happy relaxed rider, so far! I'm planning on taking him down to the trainer and getting some jumping lessons, so I don't do me and Pip the wrong thing by screwing him up.
I've learned a few things from the Fugly Horse of the Day and Mugwump Chronicles about the usefulness of outside help. I'll keep you posted.
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