Sadie is the ultimate version of “putting up with my shenanigans”.
She is so patient with me and my “let’s see what weird things we can do today”. I can lay under her, crawl between her legs, sit down in front of her, pretty much anything.
This didn’t come instantly. We didn’t know each other when we got together. She had a rough past with her first owner. So I had to spend time, just spending time with her. She had to learn that every time I raised my hand, she didn’t have to flinch anymore.
I took my time… and that trust took two years to build, at liberty.
Sadie was a workin’ horse during her first years. If you what that means.. then you get it.
Then before I got her, she was with a wonderful friend her taught her that not all people were bad. That she enjoyed my friends grandkids riding her around, and she took such good care of them.
Now we are retired, we ride for relaxation and just to spend time together.
She’s happy to leave the barn now, and go on a relaxing ride.
Her working days are still in her memory though… she spots a cow from a mile away, and will move to a gate to open it, if I ask it of her.
When your horse holds your drink on her booty. 🤣 #1
I call her the brush buster, because I’m guessing she had to look for cows/calves at one point, in the brush… and she will just go through it, instead of around it.
I can see the past learned behavior coming to the forefront, when she thinks she has to work…but we don’t “work” anymore. But those memories are still there.
Don’t worry Sadie girl, I got you… nothing but blue skies and fun rides from now on. 💜
I’ve had quite a few horses, I’ve lost them due to domestic violence and abuse. Having my horses stolen, due to undiagnosed mental health, ptsd on my part, has been a sad haunting memory for me…
But all of my horses knew love. To me, that is all I could send with them.
I’ll admit, I struggle still with guilt… which I shouldn’t do, but my heart and mind battle are the hard days.
Don’t miss a moment… they could be gone in a heartbeat.