The Thing That Cannot Be Named

So what exactly is a horse trying to tell its owner when its boy parts (from now on referred to as “the thing that cannot be named”) keep appearing at all the wrong times?

It all started with the rescue of an extremely thin, docile 15 year old off the track thoroughbred more than a year ago. With much care and more than a few dollars handed over to the vet, our horse Star, managed to gain weight. With every pound of muscle came an equal dash of attitude. Well, attitude is not quite the right word. Yes he was stubborn and irritating, but for the most part able to be ridden in the ring. Trails were a disaster as he is afraid of water from a puddle to a stream. He tries to out run any horse in front of him and, yes, cars are the enemy too.

The thing that cannot be named stayed away on the trails, but as soon as we hit the barnyard the thing that cannot be named began popping out. At first it was random, fleeting and we attributed it to my daughter’s mare being in heat. Before long the thing that cannot be named lingered, like a cockroach by the fridge, hanging out and annoying both the mare and me.
If that was not enough, the thing that cannot be named had company; the thing was accompanies by its friends, pushing, biting and being hard to handle. Let’s not forget snorting, sniffing, and extreme possessiveness to our mare. It was a party, but one I was not invited to. Star now does not want to be ridden and has even reared up on me when I was just walking him to the ring. How can I make the thing that cannot be named return to its proper location? Can the cockroach please go back into hiding under the fridge?