Walter the Wonder Horse
It was a cold winter evening in 1992 when I first met Walter. I instantly disliked him because he kept me at the barn 2 hours longer than I had planned that night. I was filling up water buckets about 9:00 pm after riding my mare and was rushing to get home when I was startled to discover a horse behind me. Tiptoeing. I figured I must have forgotten to close his door when I filled up his water. I was wrong. I caught him quickly and put him back in his stall and made sure he was locked up tight then continued to fill the remaining water buckets. 2 minutes later he was behind me again. Tiptoeing. I spent the next 2 hours chasing him in a round barn trying to catch him but he managed to get through every blockade I set up. I was not happy. The next night it happened again and when I looked back at this tall lanky bay gelding, tiptoeing behind me, I saw my old horse Monte in his eyes. I rode Monte in Texas and he was the only other horse I know who could escape, tiptoe, and let his friends out of their stalls. They had the same exact eyes. I instantly knew in that moment that Walter was going to be trouble. And he was.