Sometime I forget I am not a horse. If you are not a horse person, you won’t understand but if you are truly a horse person, you likely feel the same way on occasion.
SO, I left my office late tonight and decided to walk across town to the train. It was a long day and a beautiful summer night.
As I passed a disorderly drunken man stumbling along, I “put an ear on him” and carefully scooted by. You know when a horse drops an ear and cocks their head slightly when faced with suspected danger? They roll up in the bridle and scoot by…
Next I spooked slightly when I felt a man rush up behind me. In my mind I positioned my hind end to kick, but quickly realized I have no hind end to kick and that the man approaching was just a tourist looking for directions to the North End.
Giving directions was easy because I was actually in the North End when asked. As I continued on, I started thinking; if I were a horse what kind of horse would I be? I am rather goofy, very excitable, tall, and athletic-ish. I guess that would make me a thoroughbred?
If I were a thoroughbred, I probably would have racing career that ended and now I would be slightly wound up and over enthusiastic about everything & nothing. I would likely need my hocks injected regularly and definitely best to lounge me first before any ride.
Sometimes I would need someone to pat my neck, calm me down or give me confidence to move forward. Other times, no bit or chain over my nose would manage my enthusiasm.
I would not do well with a timid rider, nor a beginner. Regardless of my age or old racing injuries, I would still kick up my heels and gallop on. I might drop a few riders just because I have happy feet on a spring day or I spin in fear of an imaginary monster hiding in the bushes.
I would be high maintenance and a frantic complainer of bugs and cold. If you left me out in the paddock at dusk, I would gallop around spastically at the sight of the first mosquito. You would have to wrap me up in layers of blankets in the winter. I would spend most evenings chewing them off; just because. Oh, and you would have to be patient with my finicky eating patterns.
But the good news is I would be a loyal affectionate partner and will give my absolute best once I used my pea-sized brain to figure out what you wanted from me.
The bad news is I am a thoroughbred and 70% of all thoroughbreds get shipped to slaughter. Many are ‘direct to slaughter’ – hidden so noone even knew that they never got a second chance. I would be loaded on a truck with 27 to 30 others and shipped to Mexico. I wouldn’t like that. So I guess I should be glad I am human and not a thoroughbred.
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