A horse in my past life evidentially made me afraid to ride outside of an arena. \u00a0I\u2019ve conquered that fear down to \u201cride outside with other people\u201d. \u00a0I first became aware of my new found freedom from outdoor fear last month when I rode Fancy around the neighbor\u2019s property. \u00a0The realization of what I had done had not “hit me” until later in the afternoon.<\/p>\n
On this day, I agreed to ride at a nearby park with other people, good solid people who are safe to ride with. \u00a0I arrived at the park on the minute that the ride was to start. \u00a0Usually, I’m an early person and stress out unless I’m early. \u00a0I looked for my people and didn’t see them. \u00a0I was sitting in my truck waiting, when the park police car who had been “following me” pulled up and wanted to talk to me. \u00a0He parked and I had gotten out of the truck. \u00a0He explained that this was a Cass County Park and I needed a sticker permit to ride in the park. \u00a0Of course, since I’m so cute, he was going to let me ride. \u00a0I decided to check another parking place wondering if my people were parked there. \u00a0I drove to that area and saw no one. \u00a0ALL RIGHTY! \u00a0I’m going to go to my favorite park, James A Reed, and ride there!<\/p>\n
FANCY: \u00a0I\u2019m taking over the story now: \u00a0I was very upset when we drove into this area and saw other horses. \u00a0Mom did not let me out of the trailer so I could meet them and dominate them. \u00a0Plus, this funny marked car followed us and Mom got out to talk to a young man. \u00a0I was worried about her as he was unusually dressed in some kind of black outfit. \u00a0What if Mom needed me to for protection and I’m locked up in this darn trailer! \u00a0Sheesh!<\/p>\n
Mom survived and I was now being transported back on the highway to who knows where. \u00a0I’m not in control locked in this trailer! \u00a0We pulled into another parking lot and not one horse was there to greet us. \u00a0Cars and bikes drove by, but no one talked to us. \u00a0Mom let me out of the trailer and proceeded to groom and then saddle me. \u00a0What was she thinking? \u00a0By golly, she took me here to ride me. \u00a0I was upset at this place and nervous. \u00a0Mean Mom made me run around in those ridiculous circles. \u00a0I might add, it’s hot out here. \u00a0I’ve been used to winter and this weather is not winter. \u00a0I have a lot of winter hair to keep me warm and the hair is not needed in this weather. \u00a0Sigh. \u00a0We took a short walk and went back to the trailer and Mom told me she was going to get on me with the help of the trailer. \u00a0Being a sweet and wonderful mare, I stood still where she needed me. \u00a0I wanted to move out as soon as her little rear nestled in the saddle. \u00a0She made a few comments about needed to get her other foot in the saddle and my halter rope secured around the horn. \u00a0She has never before kept the halter rope on the halter when she rode me. \u00a0Odd.<\/p>\n
Off we went. \u00a0I was so excited about seeing the outdoors after years of being cooped up in indoor and outdoor arenas. \u00a0This is the real world and I can’t wait to see what is out there.<\/p>\n
I settled down into a nice fast walk and Mom left my mouth alone. \u00a0She didn’t haul back on the bridle. \u00a0I was grateful. I quickly figured out to follow the trail and not go off track. \u00a0I could feel Mom smiling. \u00a0I wanted to go faster, but she reminded me to keep my steady fast walk and I did. \u00a0Mom kept smiling.<\/p>\n
Slight scream\u2026the world dropped off, but Mom guided me to the side of the \u201cend of the world\u201d and I avoided falling into a void of killer blue moving stuff Mom called puddles. \u00a0I know this. \u00a0I trusted Mom several times and managed to cross the 3\u201d slice of killer water. \u00a0Mom and I have worked on gravel road puddles, but these things are even more evil.<\/p>\n
We left those behind and started flat foot walking. \u00a0We came upon a strange sight and heard noise in the distance. \u00a0I stopped and stared. \u00a0Mom stared too. \u00a0She had no idea what the big monster thing was in a place where she admitted \u201cI\u2019ve never seen or heard anything like this at this location in the park. \u00a0I waited for a while and we went closer. \u00a0We stopped several times and stared. \u00a0Gradually we got close enough to see it was a a mamouth Jeep with music blaring and a young man on the roof. \u00a0I can take vehicles and loud music so I carefully went closer. \u00a0Suddenly two cars show up and parked behind the mamouth Jeep thing. \u00a0Young men got out of the car and stared at us. \u00a0They stared at my blue eyes. \u00a0I knew they were humans. \u00a0Humans are good. \u00a0One of them ripped some grass and fed me. \u00a0I now loved these young men. \u00a0One of them said his father used to raise quarter horses, so I had Mom explain what gaited horses are. \u00a0She said I was going to \u201cgait\u201d across the dam and show them how smooth I am.<\/p>\n
We passed them and started \u201cgaiting\u201d across the dam. \u00a0Whoops, there is a monster in the water next to the damn. \u00a0Whoa! \u00a0The monster is making sloshing water sounds. \u00a0It might try to kill me. \u00a0I stared at it and noted no movement. \u00a0I crept forward a few steps. \u00a0I wait for movement. \u00a0It did not attack me.. \u00a0I decided I was safe for a few more forward steps. \u00a0I got even with it and hurried past. \u00a0Mom said it was a metal water dam controller. \u00a0Hmmm, maybe it was like the metal bit in my mouth controlling my tongue.
\nNow ahead on the dam were some small monsters that would eat me. \u00a0We stopped and stared for a while. \u00a0Mom encouraged me to move and I did take a few steps before braking to a full stop. \u00a0I just wanted to save both our lives.<\/p>\n
Mom tried tricks to get me to move. \u00a0They worked for a few more steps. \u00a0She tries to zigzag me. \u00a0But the monsters still existed and were moving. \u00a0Finally, the geese went into\u00a0the lake and out of my path. \u00a0I decided it was safe to proceed.<\/p>\n
Oh we gaited and gaited and both of us were exhilarated! \u00a0 We were on the path on the way to the trailer, when the true end of the world came. \u00a0It was at least 3000 miles deep and filled with that unsolid substance. \u00a0I tried to turn around a go back the way we came. \u00a0Mom said, no. \u00a0It\u2019s too far to go back. \u00a0We need to go forward where your safe trailer and grain bribe awaits. \u00a0No, I said. \u00a0Mom tried to have me cross the void in different places, but I refused. \u00a0Mom said, \u201cMy body wants to go home. \u00a0I refused. \u00a0Mom did a really evil thing to me. \u00a0EVIL. \u00a0She backed me through the water filled evil killer water ditch. \u00a0I was so scared that my back leg muscles started quaking and shivering in fear. \u00a0I knew death was just moments away. \u00a0Still, I obeyed. \u00a0What the heck? \u00a0How did she do that? \u00a0She rubbed my neck and rear with positive murmurs of love. \u00a0SHE TRICKED ME!<\/p>\n
We did come to another smaller void and I learned how to jump over it. \u00a0Oh I was proud! \u00a0Mom was proud too and I got words of love again and more rubbing as we went on the path.<\/p>\n
I wish Mom would have showed me off riding bridleless. \u00a0We would not have experienced any dirt water void ditches with nothing on my head. \u00a0Give me freedom!! \u00a0Mom said, \u00a0trust is great but control is better. \u00a0Wonder what that meant!<\/p>\n
Mom was really getting tired now and so was I, and she decided we could go on the pavement! \u00a0We flat foot walked and fox trotted on the pavement. \u00a0We made the famous \u201chunk of meat and two potatoes\u201d fox trot noise. \u00a0We were both happy. Tired and happy!<\/p>\n
She decided we could cut across an unplanted corn field to get back to the trailer quicker. \u00a0I learned to stay in the row. \u00a0Oh I was a great horse and there was the heavenly trailer. \u00a0Saddle off. Sweat curried and I got to zoom into the trailer and eat my grain bribe.<\/p>\n
I took the next day off, went to my chiropractic adjustment the next day and felt a lot better. \u00a0I haven\u2019t been ridden since. I\u2019m ready to go again! \u00a0Mom actually enjoyed the trail ride and enjoys telling people how she tricked me. \u00a0Maybe she will take me out there again so I can thwart her trick and pay her back. \u00a0We\u2019ll see\u2026..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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