Why I Brought Him - Livin' the Good Life
Jan. 23rd, 2008
04:49 pm - Why I Brought Him
Just an aside about my loyalty to my stick horse, "Morning Star": I think I realized early on that I was small and weak, and real live horses were huge and strong. My memories of my experiences with actual horses at my uncle's ranch are pretty vague. I think I spent most of my "horse time" safely gazing at them from the other side of the fence. And, I think I did that because I learned to keep a repectful distance from them after I'd gotten stepped on and jostled about while working around those spirited and spunky animals. Real horses, I found, were not nearly so compliant and eager to please as my stick horse was. And I had complete control of my stick horse. Whatever I said, went! It wasn't until I was grown up and working around horses every day that I learned how to dominate horses. And even then, I knew that a scared horse was a dangerous horse and to beware. I never stopped keeping a respectful distance from a scared or angry horse. (Also, I learned that a horse that is not exercised and worked with regularly can be quite unpredictable.) But, I never had to deal with an angry stick horse. And that's one of the many reasons why I brought my stick horse in my dad's small, cramped airplane to my uncle's ranch each summer.