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“Good, good,” he replied. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Not at all. What’s up?”

There was obviously something on his mind, but instead of coming right out and saying it, he first asked how I had been, then he asked about the family, and finally he asked how the weather was up by us.

“I don’t mean to bother you,” he said, after we had finished with our small talk. “But I remember you saying if I ever had any questions about my horses that I should give you a call.”

“No problem,” I said. “What can I help you with?”

TJ went into an explanation about a horse he had gotten about a year before, a registered Quarter Horse he called Toby. According to TJ, Toby was a very well-trained and pretty expensive horse that he picked up from a ranch in Texas. Apparently, things between him and the horse had gone along very well for the first couple of months after he got him home. But shortly after that, he began having what he described as some pretty serious issues.

TJ said that seemingly overnight, Toby had gone from a willing partner that was easy to ride and get along with, to an almost uncontrollable monster. He said Toby suddenly seemed fearful of everything and everybody. He had become difficult to saddle, would bolt sideways whenever he tried to mount or dismount, would hump up as if he was going to buck, although he never did, and seemed uncharacteristically tight all the time.