So, Shorty is my mom’s horse through and through. I used to swoon at the idea of being able to ride him because he was so cool. Until I actually did ride him, that is. I tried stopping him once and I was sent flying forward and he took off, nearly running us both into a wall. After that I was terrified to get back on him, and every time I did he knew I was nervous and took advantage.
Needles too say, he was an asshole.
After that I couldn’t stand him. I didn’t want to ride him, I barely wanted to pet him because every time I did he’d whip his head around and be a brat. Basically, we didn’t like each other.
That upset my mom so much because he was her baby, more so than me. I continually told her that I was content with Uno, but I kept getting a nagging feeling that I needed to get over this. I needed to conquer my fear and work through this with Shorty.
So, I got back on. At first it was hard. He kept trying to take advantage of me and fight me and we didn’t get along at all. I nearly cried a few times, but then one day something changed. I don’t even remember what it was we’d been doing. I think I was trying to get him to lope off and he was being a prick, so I stopped and I waited and I took a breather. I petted him and talked to him and asked him to help me out with some understanding and some respect. And then I tried again, and we did it flawlessly. And everything after that was flawless, and we respected each other and knew each other. We had, in essence, finally clicked. Something I was certain was never going to happen.
Shorty and I had finally clicked, and now I’m the luckiest girl with two big red horses that love me as much as I love them.