I was thinking about--- I know you guys have heard this over and
over--- our plow horse when I was a kid, our only horse. Her name
was teacup and I was not allowed to ride her. So any chance I got I
would just climb on her and off we'd go! Can you imagine?? No
bridle, no saddle. I thought she hated me because she would scrape me
against trees, reach and bite my legs and scrape me off her back by
going under a limb or clothesline. but then she got too old to plow
and my dad sent her to live in a huge field belonging to a neighbor
and when I would walk home from school she would come galloping across
that 40 acre field to see me. I never had treats, so it wasnt about
that, so I think now she must have enjoyed my aggravation! Also,
knowing what I know now about horses--- she had to have ALLOWED me to
get on her in the first place. I mean my gosh, I remember one time I
had to climb a tree and plop down on her. She HAD to have known what
i was up to and could have took a step and I woulda hit the ground.
And I know she had a mean streak. I saw her deliberately step on a
kitten aggravating her once by winding in and out her back feet while
she was eating. The kitten died and I would say oh teacup, why are
you SO MEAN. but she was just a grouchy ol horse :) The funnest
thing, so dangerous, I would climb on her hocks and hang on to her
tail as she ran across the field and I would hang on, leaning back
like a water skier... you know she could have kicked me to the moon
if she wanted to...
Janice
yipie tie yie yo
