Random insights
After 2.5 years on this journey, I’ve had my share of insights–both into horses and into myself. Some are way more pleasant than others. I typically discover an insight as I write a post to this blog, but some are too random to make a whole post. Those will end up here:
• Washing a horse like Dodger is like giving a 1,000 pound 2-year old who can’t sit still a bath. Best case results are a few cleaner areas on him, and me, completely worn out and soaked. If I had a 2-year-old 1,000 pound human baby in need of a bath, never in a million years would I attempt to do the job. Why do people wash horses like it’s no big deal?
• I never had the life experience of having and raising a kid that I’d probably throw myself in front of a bus for, only to hear him spew hormonally-induced venom at me in his teens. Even though kids often grow up to be great friends later in life, I never had the stomach for risking a replica of me. If I get really introspective, Dodger–in his most impatient and frustrated moments–reminds me of me. Payback’s a bitch.