And God took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it and created the horse. If your horse says no, you either asked the wrong question, or asked the question wrong. A pony is a childhood dream, A horse is an adulthood treasure. My horses are my friends, not my slaves. But before you can get their respect, you have to have the horse's trust.
Respect is a two way street.
You can't get it without giving it. There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse.