Other People’s Horses

Would Lola care for a rubdown?
Shall I hold Sam’s leg while you trim his pits?
I see a floor that needs sweeping.
Okay, I’m done. I’m outta here.
Life as a horse dilettante. It suits me.
Fortunately for my inner Border Collie, Stepping Stone encourages barn rats, i.e. hanging out & helping out. Then, when I’m over it, I leave.

I don’t have kids. I do not think horses are substitute children [Rodney’s Mommy]. However, I imagine this is how it must be to be a noncustodial but local aunt or grandparent. Take the kid(s) out, wind ’em up, drop ’em off. At home, one has to live with the good, the bad, and the boring.

This is not the same as riding another people’s horses professionally. That has always struck me as the worst of both worlds. You have all the standard stress of knowing you could lose all your progress to accident or lameness plus the knowledge that the horse could be pulled from you at any time. If Mark Todd can almost lose the ride on Charisma after winning an Olympic Gold, nothing is guaranteed.

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2 thoughts on “Other People’s Horses

  1. Having been “jocked off” several nice professional rides, I think you hit the nail on the head. Although I’ve got to admit I used to enjoy catch riding.

  2. You are always to blame if something goes wrong, and yet rarely get praise when things start to slot into place. Never again…..

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