It's been a busy week, and I am behind on everything, including my blog reading. Yesterday, I finally made time to check in with my online friends. My first stop was Lynn Isenbarger's Horsie Mama blog.
I read backwards through nearly two weeks of daily posts. All were worth my time, but this one really made me smile.
In it, Lynn relates a story from her childhood about an aborted attempt to bring her pony into the house.
When I was twenty one years old, I spent a summer working as a wrangler at Lake Mancos Ranch in Mancos, Colorado. My favorite horse was an unassuming, bay pony gelding, with whom I forged an immediate and almost magical connection. I didn't know much about Chico's history, but most of our horses came from the nearby Navajo reservation. He didn't have a bar N on his shoulder, but he definitely had a Rez look and feel. I would have bet money that he'd never lived inside a barn.
This isn't a barn. It's the cabin I lived in that summer. It was essentially a duplex, with two separate living spaces both consisting of a bedroom and bathroom.
I shared one of the rooms with another wrangler. It was a small, skinny space and wholly inappropriate for a horse.
I'm sure I would have been fired if my boss had caught me, but it was one of the highlights of the summer.
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| Chico and Audra in the cabin. We did this right after the weekly rodeo, hence the clown make-up! |
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Well if my house floor wasn't tiling I would probably try, but I'm affraid tiling is just too slippery especially for a shoed horse. But Amira loves to watch us though the window-door of the kitchen, I'm pretty sure she'll enter if I opened the door :')
ReplyDeleteMy Arab followed me into my trainer's house many times. She actually thought it was pretty funny. He could open doors and knots and would untie himself and come in.
ReplyDeleteI once took a horse to the studio 20 years ago. I had been working on a life-size horse bust and wanted to put a real horse next to it. It was great fun. I had always dreamed of having a real horse looking at my work table.
ReplyDeleteI don't know why that is so fascinating. To be honest, you don't get to work at all. Because you have to work with the horse all the time so that it doesn't eat the furniture.
For lunch I tied the horse in front of the studio. When I came back it was gone.....I found it in the flowers in the front garden. It was almost as beautiful moment as in the studio. Horse everywhere!!