But the more I looked around, the more I wonder. I'm very particular about horses. I mean, when non-horse-people are like "oh the beautiful mustangs", I just want to gag. Do not like. 80% of the horses at the rodeo were solid, good-minded creatures that were quite pleasant to look at.
|you should have seen them run barrels. omg.|
In the team roping competition, the horses waiting their turn to compete stood in the arena. While the steer shot out of the shoot with two horses right behind him. Yelling. Ropes swinging. Music blaring. Dust flying. Cattle moving.
And not one of them moved a muscle.
|looking the part|
The second? "I wonder if this is our world".
I've made no secret of my intense hatred of the ridiculous froo-froo tradition of dressing like upper-class white people in Victorian England to compete in our "sport". I get really tired of being put down by hoity-toity east coast elitists who refuse to expend half the effort I do to compete, but still think they're superior to me by merit of geography. I think all that is ridiculous. I want my horse to be a fun, all-around horse who does everything, which is never something you see in the dressage world, but is oh-so-common for rodeo horses.
|can we make it happen?|
There are other outlets, though. Courage is good looking and good minded, and frankly, the idea of a cowboy-boots-and-jeans way of life is vastly more appealing than white spandex.
It's not a perfect outcome, but it's definitely kicking around in my brain now.