[HairOfTheDog]

No.... mine just has a psychosis! He really is in pain if I sleep in late and he's in.... you can see it in his face... and the way he walks out the aisle.

So... summer his nice. He can pee when he likes, and I can sleep in. I need to build him a small paddock off his stall and leave him to come and go, is what I should do. ;~D

[CindyDawg]

Or install a urinal :')

[PayNoAttentionManBehindCurtain]

My horses are in runs off of a loafing shed. They can go in and out as they please. Rocky NEVER goes in his stall to go, Rusty ALWAYS goes into the stall to go. He can be standing out in the run, but will walk into the stall to pee or poop:( Rocky stands in his stall all the time in the hot summer, rain, snow, wind. Rusty has only this spring started standing in the stall to escape the flies. During rain snow, and even the recent hail storm we had last week he stood out in the run. Go figure:)

Becky

[AnAmericanMother]

Man, I wish my mare would not pee in her stall!

I can hot walk her for thirty minutes and let her graze on the grass in the outside paddock, she'll hold it until she gets back inside and can use the nice clean shavings I put in when I was saddling her up in the crossties.

When I was a teenager I broke and trained a horse named Honda (my friends' dad sold his motorcycle to buy him) who had the same idiosyncracy. Basically they built a little enclosure (not really big enough for a paddock, about 30 feet square) behind his stall, and put in a back door which they left open. He would wander out and down to the very back of the enclosure to do ALL his business in one corner. We just kept dumping sawdust back there! He never "went" in his stall, not once that I can remember.

Their dad built a porch roof over the back of Honda's stall so that rain &c. wouldn't come in the open door. It worked out quite nicely. Honda used to stand in the doorway to enjoy the breeze in the summer.

He was a nice old boy, a dark bay grade gelding about 15.3 with a good deal of Quarter Horse in him. Kind of shambling gaits (and I didn't know enough dressage to tighten him up) but he was good natured and perfectly willing to jump for me, although he did tend to drop his forelegs into his fences. I'm sure he's on the green fields of Heaven by now.