“The true beauty of the universe lies in it’s infinite diversity.” to quote Mister Spoc. Isn’t it amazing how different horses can be and I don’t mean in size or colour or conformation, I mean in personality and attitude.Take Pic and Trouper for example.
Pic ( and I do love him although with what follows it might not seem like it) is easily bothered and can get rattled quite easily. He loves to run, faster and faster and faster ( than I want to go). He hates being pulled on at all and will protest by bobbing and flicking his head at a walk or at 100 mph (which can make for a pretty thrilling ride if he’s doing that flat out over sage, rose briars, dancing through alkali sink spots and cattail sloughs). A person with bad hands would hate Pic and I guess on the other side of that, Pic would hate him too. But I can get more work done on him than on any two other horses half his age.
Then there’s Trouper who isn’t above bucking your but off if your gonna be a jerk. He hates swearing and has almost singlehandedly broke my cowboy of the habit (I do have to admit that me and the dog have helped a little with that). He prefers to walk but will get there if he has too. He’s learned from years of being a cow pony that sometimes it really pays to hurry. Ive seen him go places that made me think if a cow could go up a tree or down a badger hole that horse would be right on her tail. He’ll try you and if you’re the least bit gullible he’ll take advantage of you faking being tired when you haven’t gone a mile or being sick or something like that (he’s never sick). If you tell him ‘come on we got ta do it’ he just buckles down and goes to work and he’s a really good worker.
Whatever their personality or attitude I love them both and they have both held my life in their hands (or maybe that’s hooves) many times. We’re all part of that infinite diversity and doesn’t it make for a fascinating life.