She smiled. “Good. We’ll get you a nice docile gelding and we’ll go nice and slow. I can lead your horse for you if you like.”
Nancy grinned. “Castrated male. Remember? They’re much better behaved and far less unruly than stallions. I personally geld all our male horses, some as foals, some when they were too old to breed. Once their hormone levels have dropped they are far better socially with other horses. Stallions really need a confident and experienced handler. I could put you on a stallion, but I think you’d end up on the deck with a broken back and I’d end up rolling you down the aisle in a wheelchair. So, yeah. I think I’ll put you on a gelding.”
Dave shuddered visibly. “Fine, if you think it’s best. God! All this talk about castrating animals and then your dad. Now horses! It’s been like castration city these past two days.”
Nancy grinned and winked at him. “Well, you are talking to the castration queen! I’ve neutered eight cats in less than an hour before. I’ve done standing castrations on horses, where we sedate them, give them a local and whip their balls off where they stand. I’ve also done recumbent castrations where we give ’em a general. I prefer recumbent to be honest. Some horses seem a bit attached to their testicles and try to kick me as I cut their balls off.”
“I’m not surprised. I think I’d try and kick you!”
She laughed at this. “Oh, I’d have to sedate you first! I’ve never castrated a human before. It’s funny, I’ve done SO many species! But I’ve never castrated a human! Perhaps you could volunteer to be my first? It never did dad any harm. I’d have to bank some of your sperm first, of course, in case I wanted babies one day.”
“No thanks, Nance. Can you handle a stallion?”
Nancy shrugged, then paused thoughtfully. “Of course I can! I prefer a gelding though. I like my animals calm, docile, and easy to control. I suppose that means I like my animals castrated!”
“As long as that’s limited to animals.” Muttered Dave.
She laughed and they walked to the stables.
Nancy stopped and looked at the row of five or six horses peeping over their stable doors. She eventually took Dave’s hand and led him towards a mottled grey horse with a timid disposition. “Hmmmm, I think I’ll put you on Felix. He’s very docile, he’s an absolute sweetie. Well, he is now. He was quite a rambunctious fellow before I gelded him. Honestly, if there ever was a good advert for castration, Felix is it.“
Dave marveled at the obvious nature of the horse, which seemed totally submissive to Nancy. “Is this the one that kicked you?”
Nancy shook her head. “Oh no, Felix was such a sweetie. I think he knew it’d be good for him. He seemed quite frustrated before. He was very good. He only needed mild sedation and a local. He stood very quiet and still and allowed me to remove his testicles without any fuss. He was completely accepting.”
“This is Piper. He’s my absolute favorite.”
“Gelding, as well?” Dave asked.
“Of course!” she tutted. “We keep mares and at least one stallion, but we only ride geldings. Mares are okay as long as they’re not in heat, but if you want a nice, obedient, easy-to-control horse – you want a gelding.”