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When I was much, much younger (about 60 yeaars younger) Dad had a habit of picking up injured and/or abused horses for a few bucks. He then proceeded to rehab them. I was usually the rider for the shetland and Welch ponies. Believe me, I could never trust them. Let my guard down and I was kicked, bite, or thrown off. Fortunately, Dad was a horse whisper and did gentle and retrain most of them. His horse trading buddy was a even better at talking with horses. So most of the reject horses were made mostly whole. I never had the gift of being a whisper. I do talk to horses, but they seldom listen. Oh, we did not hit horses nor train them to a rider by allowing them to buck and throw the rider. They were gentled before we trained for a rider.