Joe Bob is new to our herd. He comes by way of a friend of a friend. He is 12, has been with the same person since he was 3, has excellent TWH blood lines and a witty personality. I have only known him a few days and I am already in love. He runs up and past you and then stops and backs up to have his tush scratched. He runs straight at you in a terrifying way (he's a big boy) and then stops a foot or two in front of you and smacks his mouth together as though he were a foal. There is a part of him I think will never grow up. He runs up and says "I'm Bob, Joe Bob" (like James Bond) and then sticks out his tongue and says "just kidding" He gets along with every single horse in the herd, but right now his special friend is Vandy. The two of them hang out at the round bale with the cows like it's the office water cooler talking about all the adventures they will have together. I see it now...me on Joe Bob and my grand daughter on Vandy.
He seems afraid of nothing. This morning when I fed he tried to follow me up the steps and into the cabin/office/feed room/craft room. When I went in and closed the door, he walked over the porch several times. He politely went to his bucket to eat beet pulp and alfalfa pellets with a little bit of feed. Stormy, the foal, was at her own bucket. When he finished his he came over to Stormy and asked politely if he could have some of her food. She said no and he left with no discussion. Then he came back and asked again and they shared what he had left.
Sherman is very aggressive about his food. The other morning he came after Joe Bob when I brought the food outside. I could very easily have been run over, but sweet Joe Bob spun around and out of the way, avoiding Sherman and not knocking me over.
I love the way I call him and he comes running from wherever he is in the pasture.
I feel so blessed to have this boy in my life. I can hardly wait for our adventure to begin.