Life is full of oddities.
Like why we park in a driveway but drive on a parkway, or why we buy a pair of panties, or why we turn the radio volume down when we’re looking for an address.
And why we buy the horse that fell on us.
Don’t adjust the TV, you heard me correctly. I bought . . . the horse . . . that fell on me.
#1 – It was not his fault (as previously described)
#2 – It kind of bonds us together, doesn’t it?
#3 – Wait till you see the video
He was bred by my BO/BFF and her longtime dear BFF to be dear BFF’s next dressage horse. He was born, he grew, got backed (and very well, whoever did that) and then he was left to grow some more.
Through a very strange turn of events - a death, an executor of the estate, a girl in love (me), and lots of phone calls I bought this lovely animal. He does have a condition that may or not be an issue in the future, but it was a leap of faith I was willing to take.
He’s got about 3 months of formal education now and learning every day. Even though he’s 6, it’s like seeing the world through the eyes of a toddler every time I’m on him. “Mom! Mom! What’s that? Mom! What’re we doing now?” “Mom! I gotta PEE!!!”
Remember that kid in school that raised his hand all the time? You’d think “put your hand down, you don’t even know the answer”. But he just wanted to try.
Otie is that kid.
He’s 17 hands of try. 17 hands of “I have no idea how big I am”. 17 hands of “Sorry I lost my balance. Again”
17 hands of all mine.
I’m taking his education really slowly, letting him grow building blocks in his mind. To ruin this beautiful creature with a rush to centerline would be a travesty.
I don’t know how far we’ll go, but if we make it to the top I promise to take you all with me.
(forgive the video job. It was my first attempt at iMovie)