If you read my Slice of Life post last Sunday, you know that I can’t ride a bike because I rode horses growing up instead. Today I’m going to share a little more about that.
I feel so blessed to have been a little girl who got a pony. I don’t have any photos of her on my computer, but her name was Lady and she was a black and white Shetland paint pony. I learned basics on her, and then I got Chester.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that Chester was one of the loves of my life. His picture is on the top of the post, and I got him when I was 13. I had him for 14 years, and if you think about the tumult you go through between the ages of 13 and 27, well, Chester was always there, with his quiet, comforting presence. We had to put him down when I was 27; he was 35 years old at that point and I hadn’t ridden him in a couple years, but was gut wrenching. I still have the loafers I was wearing that day (I had to go straight to the ranch from work) and he kissed one foot before the vet told me to back away. To everyone else it looks like a dirt smudge, but I know what it really is.
This is Maddie – we bought her for Hubby and had her for 10 years.
She was a former racehorse (there was a tattoo identifying her as such inside her upper lip that she would show you) and the most accident prone horse I ever owned. But completely sweet. She passed away last Christmas.
That is Izzy, my crazy Arabian, and this is one of the few times I’ve been on her. I got her after Chester died, before I had kids. We sent her to a trainer for some additional work, and by the time we got her back I was pregnant. And I wasn’t going to risk getting on her. And I’m scared to risk it since – she’s just a little too unpredictable for me, and I’ve got little ones who need me now.
So now I ride Major.
|This picture is about a month after I had Bean – so excuse all the voluptousness!|
Notice I also wear a helmet now? Major was formerly a feed lot horse, working cattle, but he is retired from that. I ride him occasionally, but he spends most of his time like this now.
And yes, he does have one brown eye and one blue eye, which some people this is creepy and I think is cool.
And though I don’t ride as often as I did in high school (which was daily), I do so enjoy this view.
|My view while riding|
So, do any of you ride? Or do you have a pet with a special place in your heart?
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