17 September 2010

I'm really afraid of horses.

Horses make my skin crawl.  They are beautiful, but they're devil creatures I'm convinced.  Those black eyes have it out for me.  This isn't without reason.  I have tried to have a civil relationship with them.  You know, an 'I ride them...they don't try to kill me' relationship....but that doesn't work.



When I was 8 or 9, I rode climbed atop my first horse. My cousin was at the reigns, I was just along for the ride.  We did fine for about 5 minutes, and then the horse realized that I was the oil to it's water, the humidity to it's hair.  It bucked me off faster than you can say "holycowthishorseishugeandi'mgoingtodie."



Experience #1.  NOT so good.

The second time I rode a horse, it was supposed to be the calm one.  The easiest one to ride.  The one ALL THE KIDS RIDE.  Alright, I thought.  I can DO this. 

Well, the horse stepped in a hole about 2 miles down the trail, and I screamed.  Loud.  The horse didn't like that, so he decided I didn't belong on his back.  Off I went, and after picking my dignity up off the ground, I tried again.

This horse was pissed.  We're going to call him George. There have been many George's in my life who have caused me frustration. 

George thought it would be funny to bump into tree trunks while I was on him.  George thought it would be funny to smack me in the face with tree limbs.  George liked to bite me.  George ultimately won, and I walked all the way back to the lodge.



As crazy as this may sound, it wasn't the last experience I had with a maniacal devil horse.  

I dated a guy in high school who was very engulfed in the horse lifestyle.  I, being an IDIOT, decided to impress him and offered to feed his horses while he and his family were gone.  It was on a Sunday, and I left early for church so that I could do this.

I got to the corral, and assured myself that it would be fine.  After all, it was only a colt and a mama horse, right?

I carefully measured out the hay, put it on the sled, and dragged it over to the pen.  Little baby horses are so cute, I thought. How was I ever afraid of them? 



I stepped over the fence in my skirt and heels, and began to put the hay in the correct spots around the pen.  The mama horse was hanging out on the other side, and I felt safe.  This was my mistake.  I got too comfortable.

As soon as the colt realized that I came bearing food, he started trotting over to me.  My brain sent out signals that told me I was in trouble.  My heart started racing, I was sweating, and I FROZE.  Apparently, in the question of 'fight or flight,' I pick Freeze.  Not effective.

I stood there as the colt started eating the hay in my hands.  I threw it on the ground and started backing away slowly.  All of a sudden, the colt reared up and jumped at me.  I FREAKED out.  I tried to run, but one of my heels got stuck in the mud and poop.  Frantically trying to grab my shoe, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that mama was curious about the dangerous terrorist near her baby, so I did what any normal person would do.  I left the shoe, screamed, and I ran into their pen and closed the door. 

Can I just say that stepping in horse poop while wearing pantyhose is not fun?!


Their stall only had a bottom door, so I was exposed from the top, and both mom and baby were hanging out near the door, sniffing madly and plotting my murder.  In my mind, I was picturing all the horrible rodeo deaths I had seen on TV, and contemplating if horses knew how to open stall doors...SURE THEY DID.  I was as good as dead. 

I tried to threaten them with a trip to the glue factory, but unbeknownst to me, horses can't comprehend such things. MR. ED WAS A DIRTY LIAR!

I was in that stall for nearly 45 minutes before they got hungry and went over to their food.  With Ocean's 11-like precision, I snuck out of the stall and began my 6 day journey across the pen.  How fast could I jump that fence with a skirt on?  I was pretty good at the hurdles in track, albeit never with a skirt on....



  I ran for it.  I don't really remember the trip between the pen and freedom, but what I do remember is the sound of my skirt ripping as I elected to dive underneath the fence. My skirt and my underwear, mind you.  I DID NOT CARE at this point. I was alive, and away from the horses.  Pinching my skirt together, I walked away with a slight limp caused by only wearing one heel, and my hatred of horses was born. I threw up my surrender flag, and headed home.







10 comments:

Angela said...

You must be a little slow, girl!!That first time I climbed up and looked aaaaa-all the way down...I couldn't get down fast enough!! End of story with me and horses!

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Grace @ Sense and Simplicity said...

Too funny - well only in hindsight. I'm guessing those horses could smell your fear. I'd stay clear if I were you.

Amber Rose said...

You should have been wearing your burlap undies from VS..horses hate burlap.

Looking Glass said...

This is the best story! I love it!

~ Clare x

KarenSue said...

I'm Crying! I'm laughing so hard. I know exactly how you feel! One summer in Whitefish I paid $150.00 to go on a nice slow easy ride with my girls. I lasted about 5 minutes, I was so scared, it's not flat in Montana.
It took me a year to tell my husband we didn't ride and didn't get our money back.

One Blonde Girl said...

Hilarious. I mean, not that it was when it was happening, but I'm sure you can look back on it now and laugh, right? No? Too soon? I understand. I haven't liked horses since that one time I attended a county fair as a wee child (8? 9?) and a horse sneezed big gobs of horse snot on my face and it got in my mouth. Evil creatures they are.

Morning T said...

This is hilarious and I love your artist renditions of the horse feeding experience! When I read your first 2 encounters I had to shake my head and remember that I was reading about you, NOT me...my only 2 experiences with riding horses were just about the same.

I'm off to check out more of your lovely blog.
Thanks for visiting me today.
T

Design A-Peele said...

ok girl. I haven't had as many experiences as you, but almost. I was thrown off a horse at a young age too. Then my horse (a few years later) decided to bite my friend!!!

Sydney said...

classic.