🐎 Wanted: A Cowboy with a Lasso
We’re currently accepting applications for a cowboy. Not a metaphorical one. A real one. With a hat, a rope, and [if not appearing like John Dutton] no delusions about being friends. The reason? Our three-year-old...
If you do that you’ll discover the only thing more powerful than her hindquarters is her sense of independence.
Approach her in the field with the idea of catching her? Just forget it. She becomes a ghost in a horse costume.
Poof.
Gone.
Behind the others.
Behind a tree.
Possibly in another dimension. She'll becomes mist and disappears, meanwhile her ancestors whisper "Run Forrest, RUN".
She’s not scared. She’s not wild. She’s just principled.
She’s not wild. She’s not scared. She’s just deliberately inconvenient.
A chestnut with opinions.
A blaze with boundaries.
And her one unbreakable rule is:
“You will not catch me. Ever. For anything. Especially not if you have a plan.”
Apparently, halters are tyranny and any human carrying one must be up to no good. Even though the humans feed her, scratches her itchiest spots, hand out manis and pedis, and hasn’t yet done anything remotely unkind.
We've tried snacks.
We've tried ignoring her.
We’ve tried slowly existing in her general direction.
Nothing works!
If you so much as glance at the halter, she channels the spirit of a mustang who once outran a helicopter in the outskirts of Yellowstone National Park, Montana, USA!
We even found a veterinarian that is faster than a cobra for any of the deeds that include needles. These days we just refer to this special vet as "the Cobra".
Cause three years in, no one remembers her real name.
But not even the Cobra could figure this one out.
So this is it, we’ve finally entered the cowboy stage and are now accepting applications for a real life cowboy.
A cowboy with a rope.
A cowboy with a lasso.
A cowboy with a weathered jawline, topped off with a thousand-yard stare that says “try me".
It’s either that or we need to learn how to lunge and break this filly in from a distance.
Stay tuned...
Disclaimer, the above story really is based on a true story. Filled with irony, and some sarcasm, and eternal love for this horse, her mother, siblings and cousins. Not to mention the Cobra. Please don't let it trigger you, she's in good hands...
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