But at some point I must have put the thought out to the universe because here I am now – a horse owner. I wish there was another term for it because when you have a horse, you don’t really think of it as ownership. You think of it as… well, one of the most intense relationships that you can ever have, (besides the very close relationship many of us have with our DVR’s).
His name is Buddy-Boy and he is a 12 year old National Show Horse. When I tell people this, they think I am bragging about his awards (which I do not believe he has – although he should.) A National Show Horse is a cross breed- Arabian and American Saddlebred. His mane looks like Cruella DeVille’s hair and his coloring is considered “pinto” which basically means he has white and another color on his coat. It’s a bit confusing, but then everything in dealing with horses is a bit confusing, and many times scream-out-loud frustrating.
In this monthly column, I am going to attempt to share my journey with my adopted horse and hopefully offer some of the insight I have learned (in a very short amount of time). I will tell you this up front- you know nothing and everyone else around you knows everything. This seems to be a reoccurring theme in the equestrian world. I never pretended to know about horses when I got in to this. But I was not prepared for the plethora of knowledgeable people waiting in line to tell me exactly how things should be done. This includes the woman who ran after me on foot, while dragging her horse, to tell me that I should change the day my horse was being delivered to the stables because it was going to be hot that day. And I had never met her.
Even so, I will tell you this — sitting here right now — I am freaking in love with this horse! I will put that right up front. Who knows what is in store for us? Owning a horse is a very long and complicated relationship. Each day brings new fears and triumphs, frustrations and accomplishments. It is an expensive “hobby” and incredibly time consuming. Everyone around you has stories about “the horse that bucked me off” and “the other horse that bucked me off.”
This is just the beginning of the journey for Buddy-Boy and me and frankly the naysayers can kiss Buddy’s you know what. I’ve learned that there is much good advice out there if you ask the right people. (Oh, and if you stay away from people who run after you screaming your name while dragging their horse behind them.)
NEXT MONTH – THE SEARCH FOR A HORSE LEADS ME TO A HORSE RESCUE AND BUDDY-BOY!