Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: southern Arizona
Quick story...an old friend of mine in Utah told me last month about his favorite horse. He's a rancher, and doesn't get very sentimental about animals, so I was surprised to see a picture of him on a horse, in a frame made from horsehair. Turned out his kids gave him that when they had to put the horse down.
He said the horse didn't like him. If he wasn't careful, the horse would bite him. Or kick. He didn't like humans much at all. But he loved to work cattle, and would go for 50 miles if you needed it, and then do it again the next day. He worked cattle well, tho - the rougher the cattle, the more he liked working them. And over the years, and thousands of miles, they developed a mutual respect. He worked cattle into his mid-20s. When he died, my friend was surprised to realize he missed the horse. He concluded he had already ridden the best horse he would ever meet. He was even more surprised when his kids gave him the picture, and the frame made from the horse's mane. Apparently, they understood how much the horse had come to mean to him.
But not all horses work out that way. I've got 3 in my corral right now. I could sell two of them without blinking an eye, although the womenfolk in my house would kill me for selling Trooper. I couldn't imagine selling Mia, although she is a pain in the rear and the ladies wouldn't miss her. Or so they say.
Dunno. Sometimes they grow on you. Or not. Darned if I can figure out a pattern! Good luck, however it turns out!
"Make the right thing easy and the wrong thing...well, ignore it mostly."