All we needed her to learn was to pull a small haywagon around my brother's property,...and occassionally logs and branhces. Leader, no reins. And no saddling, so we skipped the hard part. Lucky for us, she was a "sweet" mule. She'd run a mile...or trot briskly...to get an apple, if you tossed one into the air.
Ahhh...a Paso fino. Smooooth and smart. I'm jealous. "Happy trails, to you."~~R. Rogers
Good advice..amen. Goes for just about anything, eh?