The next horse they checked was a Feisty stallion. Judy clipped on a lead rope, held him with one hand and drew the blood samples with her other hand. It only took a few seconds, and like the mare, the horse barely seemed to notice.
“I’ll show you how to do this,” Judy told Carole. “But I’m not going to start you on a stallion. They tend to be much more high-strung than the geldings and mares. You’re a good, healthy assistant. I’d like to keep it that way!” Carole smiled. Judy handed her two tubes with the stallion's blood samples. “ Mark the horses name, the stable, and the date on each of them.,” Judy said Carole had to borrow her pen to do it. She made a note to remember one of those next time, too. The last thing she wanted to be was a nuisance!
Carole watched as Judy came out the stallion’s stall. Judy moved the stallion up to the door of the stall, clicked of the lead rope, and backed out quickly. “ Never turn your back on an unfamiliar horse, especially one who has flattened his ears and showed the white of his eyes,” Judy remarked. “ Don’t give him a chance to hurt you. He might just be frightened to do it”.
Mr Michaels nodded in agreement. “Old Admiral here has done it more than once.” he said “He’s got a nasty temper, but his bloodlines are impeccable and he sires the most wonderful foals!” “Really?” Carole asked. She new that horses were bred in the hopes of accentuating the good characteristics of their sires and dams, or fathers and mothers.
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