I must be addicted to adrenaline or something cause now I'm obsessed with learning surfing and of course riding a young horse probably almost as terrifying as disarming land mines but furrier and nuzzlier
Meri isn't a dangerous guy he's pretty predictable. If he doesn't wanna go he just stops and you could be godzilla up there with a blow torch and he just looks at you mildly like I'm not done standing here though
The other day he had an itchy butt and like all things that happen with horses it was 2 am and he decided to rub a hole in his ass because the tree felt so good. So I lotioned up the hole and the next night he went to rub it on a wall and knocked the whole wall down he was like we didn't need that. Look I did you a favor it was loose anyway and now we can see through
win win
today I felt a little victorious though because when he stopped I said no way man
as long as he wasn't going to back up and sit down I was going to keep escalating my gozillaness from in the saddle until he moved forward
it was about ten million degrees and sweating makes me even madder but I kept controlling myself stopping waving my rope and hitting him every now and then and every time he even shifted an eyelash I stopped and praised him make the right thing easy and the wrong thing hard as the horse trainer motto goes
And it did take about 10 minutes long opera intermission type minutes long dmv waiting in hard chairs minutes and then
he walked forward like okkayyyyy quit yer yapping and he walked like I had been doing no shenanigans and wild gestures
of course he stopped again a few times but was easier to get into first again and I felt like it was dawning on him ohhhhh wait I think she's in charge of where I go and how fast ohhhhh weird hmmmm
So he hasn't quite accepted me as his leader but he's put it on the table after today
now
just 57000 more rides and I'll be able to sing, text my friends, look at birds and remember back vaguely to when he wouldn't go fucking anywhere
this is the beauty of life
