Mojo's next skill to master--trailer loading

Keep in mind that this is Mojo we are talking about--a different sort of dude who is wired differently than other horses. This is no ordinary colt, but he has to get some ordinary skills, even if he does not like it. Which means we do not like it. This is about step 4 in his fast track learning plan--but the first of them that he has truly never been exposed to before. He has about three weeks to become a push button loader for his trip to Pennsylvania.

All that makes tonight's developments more than a little noteworthy.
To make this development even stranger, these photos are posted in reverse order of what really happened---so that they appear to make sense. Keep that in mind. What happened tonight does not make a bit of sense to me--except that I know enough about how horses work (and mine in particular) to not be surprised about this.

Above is Barry and Mojo talking to each other. This was the tail end of trailer intro 101 tonight. After all the action went down. Or didn't actually--that would be more accurate.
This is Mojo contemplating the interior of the trailer. Note the interested ear indicators, and lack of his giraffe-you-cannot-make-me stance. I never saw that tonight, not once.



This is the first step of the evening--when Barry went to fetch Mojo from his stall to bring him to his new meet the trailer pen in which he will be residing for the next 48 hours or so, I hurriedly removed Ammo from baby tying position (which was pretty dang funny in its own right) and rushed her to her stall so I could document the loading lesson.

We had already decided that we would not even attempt to load him, but rather, put him in this pen we attached to the trailer, show him that food and hay will henceforth be served in the first slant of the trailer, and then we would go out to
dinner for Hutch's birthday. But before I had Ammo through her stall door just a few feet from where she was tied, Madison let me know that Mojo was actually IN the trailer.

Surely she was kidding, I thought. We were not going to do that. I wanted him to get comfy with it before he got his defenses up so that he would decide to argue about it.

But no one made him get in that trailer--Barry walked him into the pen, stepped up in the trailer to see something, and Mojo followed him in. He stood there for a while, Barry gave him a handful of hay from his hay bag so he would get the point that his food was in there, then Barry backed him out of the trailer.

The whole time Mojo was happy as he could be.

Now lets see what he does with this information he has just gotten. Especially if it really starts to rain like it is supposed to do.

It is up to him.

I am actually having fun out-thinking the boy.