You know, its so mixed up that I really can't tell. I think though, that we chose eachother. I merely chose her before she chose me ;)
I'm one of those stories that worked out that should have gone horrifically wrong. I was about twelve years old, she was a 6 month old untouched until that month, ugly, wormy, slipper fotted, MEAN little spitfire of a miniature horse. Her hair was matted and she had a suckling halter on that had grown into her face. She had already been ruined by some 'cowboy' that decided to train her quickly and lay her down, and had every bad habit in the book. She lunged at people with bared teeth, kicked, bit, ran people over- you name it, she did it. I don't even know why the BO let me mess with her. I had almost zero horse experience, was young and naive, and this was a dangerous animal that even the boys didnt want to mess with.
But when I saw her in that pen, being unloaded from the back of someone's SUV into a tiny corral all by herself- I just knew
that she was meant to be mine. However, she wasn't convinced. Her only experience with humans was pain, and she wasn't going to trust a funny looking, friendless little girl easily. Still, I was convinced that I was going to get through to her. And I did.
It took months to be able to touch her without her blowing up into a torrent of teeth and legs, and I have scars from bites that she gave me. It took over a year for me to be able to treat her like a half way sane animal. She only trusted me. She would still lunge at any person, particularely men- who got near her, and she had to be sedated just to trim her feet because only I could pick them up. I think she was afraid someone would flip her again.
I am the first to admit that I have no idea how or why she put up with all of my rookie mistakes. I made my share of them, and many were dangerous. I had no trainer, I had no guide to help with with her. It was just us. I've spent the last year or so WITH a trainer, undoing the mistakes that I made with her at the beginning, but she has been so forgiving. I am now 16, almost 17. She is 4 1/2. We still have our bad days when I feel like she might be too much for me, but we have a bond that makes me KNOW that she is my heart horse, and she always will be. After all, I am thoroughly convinced that she is what saved me from my self-contempt, loneliness, and lack of purpose. Taking her on and learning to communicate her is the best thing I've ever done. I would never tell someone to do what I did, I realize that I am extremely lucky. However, our story has a happy ending. She is now mostly
(she has her days and thus is not kid friendly) people friendly, comes to meet me in her pasture, is trained to drive, and will always have a special place in my life. I bought her two months ago after many years of desperately wanting to, and I don't plan on ever letting her go :)