Mr. Henry was dying from starvation. It was at the end of the terrible drought we had experienced here in Texas. Not being able to feed their horses, many farmers and ranchers either sent them off to auction, which meant almost certain transport to Mexico to the slaughterhouses, or just stopped feeding them.
Henry was one of the lucky ones who got rescued by loving people who had to use slings to help him stand up until he gained enough weight to finally be able to accomplish this on his own. Shortly after that, we adopted him to continue his recovery and teach him to trust again. Almost every time we rode him for the first year he would buck or rear when he was frightened. Four years later, after a lot of care and time under saddle, he is the horse we put our first-time riders on because he does such a great job of taking special care of them. If you are standing near him and he moves his rear end over towards you, don’t worry, he is only hoping you will scratch his rump.
Mr. Henry, you are our very best instructor for our first time riders.
Have I mentioned to you that you are just a little pipskeak? You are not the boss of me no matter what you say, Willie.
We know, Mr. Henry, there is no such thing as too much attention or too much grooming. You Nowak gals are brushing him just the way he likes it, nice and firm.
A new hay delivery . . . heaven! You don’t think they will notice me sneaking do you?