But the stunts he's been pulling lately are making me seriously question my commitment here. Yes, I can ride him, but on a lot of days, it isn't very fun for me.
The answer might be in the pie. Or maybe I need a different pie entirely.
|a tasty foot|
Or you know, maybe he'd wander around the arena and scavenge for weeds while completely ignoring me for an hour, then come say hi and wander off.
Because he's a horse. And that's what horses do. They horse.
Sometimes they horse in ways that we like.
Sometimes they don't.
They aren't thinking ahead. They don't have plans. They live in the moment and they react.
And sometimes they hold a grudge.
Some of them are easy.
Some of them are not.
And just my luck, I have one that isn't easy, but that I can handle.
If I want to.
I either need to woman up and JUST DO IT, or I need to let him go and find something that isn't quite so frustrating to deal with.
I don't know what the answer is. Pass the pie.