My day began with a short but fun horse ride early this morning.
The sky was blue and the air was a chilly 47 degrees. I know, my friends in colder climes are laughing about referring to 47 degrees as chilly, but it’s all relative.
Now Voyager is NOT a fan of machinery and whenever a cart or tractor rumbles by his eyes go cartoon-saucer wide and he starts dancing around.
I was in a bit of a time crunch this morning and the evil tractor was idling between us and where we needed to go to get to the arena.
My horse friend Paula, bless her heart, offered to walk him by the big scary behemoth.
I know, you horsey people think I’m a chicken and you non-horsey people are saying to yourselves “what’s all the fuss about?”
Here’s the deal. Now Voyager has completely flipped a few times around big vehicles so now I give off a bit of a panic-vibe myself on his behalf. Which of course feeds his panic. Such a co-dependent cycle.
Paula, on the other hand, is a master of communicating to the horse that “no, pay attention to me and notice that I’m not afraid of the green monster.”
It worked! He danced by the tractor, but he did it! Big brave horse.
The cutest part was that once we all got into the arena he was desperate to see me. Kept craning his head around trying to get to me. As if I could save him. If only.