G180 Akatur

Has definitely earned the nickname "Felon". He is a total "bad-boy", renegade, troublemaker, escape artist, and general problem child. He causes tension constantly and makes a habit of annoying others for absolutely no reason. He is that schoolyard bully you had to find a way to deal with or hide from until you learned to stand up for yourself. This behavior will continue until you have proven yourself worthy of a modicum of respect—and proving that is extremely difficult. It takes an extraordinarily patient hand, a calm demeanor, and perhaps a healthy tolerance for sudden, mischievous gusts of wind.

He will body-check you, intentionally stand on your boot, test every boundary he can think of, and even flick a rogue breeze your way to knock you off balance just to see what you will allow.

He has lots of nervous energy pent up all the time. This leads to jigging and moving sideways when he is "forced" to stand still. He is constantly jigging and dancing in place, shifting his weight, and feeling that fast-twitch muscle need to move. Restless leg syndrome at the utmost is an understatement when describing him. If an unbonded handler lets their guard down while walking him near a fence line, rail, or corner of a building, he won't hesitate to crowd them into it.

If he is alone in the paddock and you have earned his respect, he will stand still for you to walk up to him. If there are others in the paddock and they choose to run, he will bolt in the blink of an eye. If you haven't earned his respect, good luck catching him—you are in for much more than a daily workout.

If you are able to catch him, he is great on a lead rope, aside from his mouthing and jigging when stationary. He chomps, clacks his exposed fangs, licks, and mouths anytime he is being handled. He will certainly be a foamer once he is old enough to take a bit. This is all fueled by high-octane nervous energy, and he needs to be thoroughly "played out" before he shows any semblance of a calm demeanor.

He is terribly afraid of bees, wasps, hornets, and anything that flies and stings—a panic that can send involuntary wind gusts swirling through the barn aisle. In the pasture, he finds his entertainment in chasing birds. Their crazy antics, unpredictable flight patterns, and surprising movements keep him on his toes. He isn't quite sure what he would do with one if he caught it, but catching one is his mission.

He harbors no true malice or dangerous vices—his antics are purely an elaborate game of wits, control, and testing loyalty. He will do almost anything imaginable for peanut butter. Due to his antsy movement, he can easily be misread as flighty, but in reality, he is taking in everything around him all at once and possesses remarkable long-term focus.