Yesterday, a friend came over with his step-daughter. We know them very well and the girl, who is a young adult, has been riding for most of her life now.
When she visits, we always pop her on Iacs as we trust him and together they bimble about the indoor school in walk and trot.
As they were trotting round, the lass had a full-blown grand mal epilpetic seizure.
Iacs immediately stopped dead while his rider, in the middle of her seizure, slithered off onto the sand floor.
Of course, the girl’s step-father rushed to her aid. This lass has known epilepsy so everyone around knows what to do if she hasa seizure – and Iacs?
What did Iacs do? He stood there and waited patiently, doing nothing, absolutely nothing. He never moved an inch.
We never trained him to do this. He just knows that his rider and her safety is important. That is what Icelandic horses do. They care.
(Afterwards, the lass got back on again and they recommenced bimbling as if nothing had happened.)
There is no better horse in the world.
Today, when everyone else had one munchy-crunchy, he had two – for being perfect.
Our “Icelandic Angel” – (that is what the lass and her step-father called him).