I think of our life together as a dandelion seed caught in the wind. We don't know where we are going, or when and where we will land, but we do know we are
going somewhere. And that is what keeps me going, keeps me through the thick and thin. We will be going somewhere in life, together
When we started life together, it was a accident waiting to happen. I was a person who had rode like a total of 10 times in her whole entire life, had never taken a lesson, and never rode a misbehaving horse. And he was a rescued 5 year old, who when he started getting fed properly, turned into a high energy, crazy little 5 year old. That first day, when he was brought home, I don't know if I had ever felt so much... love, surging through me. But I don't know if I have ever felt so let down after having him for a while either.
When my monster got fat enough to ride, the rides where nightmares. I didnt have a trainer, it was just me, and the horse. I would saddle up, and when I tightened the girth, he would turn into a bucking fit while being tied to the hitching post. He would buck, bite, kick, and just have a flip out. I would be chattering, literally I was shaking out of fear of getting on him. But I knew that I just couldnt sit back and watch this horse turn crazy, while I sat in the house. I mean, cmon, he was the thing I had wanted the most! A HORSE! So, after his crazy fit, I would untie him, and fight with him for like 5 minutes trying to get his bridle on. I would fight, and fight, until I was near giving up when he would let me slip the bit in.
Getting on him was a nerve racker, I would fling myself up on him before he had a chance to try and walk away, and as soon as I was up, he was off. He would run across his pasture, while I hauled back on the reins. When I did finally get control of him we rode around uselessly, and benifitlessly for about 15 minutes. During that time he would pop off the ground whenever he didnt get his way. Never a full blown rear, but he would pop, and that was high enough for me.
After about 5 of those rides, I was scared to death. It doesnt sound bad, at all, but to me, who had never rode, it was a nightmare. After the rides were over I would be shaking, my teeth would be chattering, and I would be a wreck.
Every ride was the same, the same pops, the same bolting, the same throwing head, (high enough to pop me in the nose) the same pinned ears when asked to do anything, the same annoyance at life.
He wasnt getting any better after about 20 rides, and having for about 3 months. And I was starting to wonder what in the world I had gotten myself into. He wasnt reachable, you could spend however long grooming him, and he would sit their, ears PINNED ALL THE WAY back, and stand their. Whenever you neared his face he would bite. Whenever you stood by his rear, he would kick. Whenever you went out to the pasture with treats, he would still turn and run away from you. He was mad at life, and mad at people. He was aggressive around food, to where I was scared to feed him, he was a little monster, plain and simple. I would walk back to the house in tears, thinking that my dream horse had turned out to be a living nightmare, and that I would have to give up. I had no other choice. I was only a teen, and green at horses and riding, and he was a baby, and green at riding, and mad at life. We did NOT match.
I was riding him on a spring day, and we were riding around our little area set aside for riding (duh
) and he popped off the ground, and whirled to go home. I pulled back on the reins, and he threw up his head, then he started bucking, in a stand still. He bucked, and bucked, and when he was done, I was on his rear as if I had been riding double. I slid off him, jelly legs, and walked him home. It was the first time he had ever really put a effort into his bucks, and it scared the living life out of me, and scared all my courage away.