May 3, 2011
It’s been mentioned before how much time we spend with The Neighbors (who actually live a mile away now) on this blog. This past weekend was no exception.
On Friday, Chris brought their three kids over to bottle his home brew. A few hours later, his wife Caroline joined us and a few hours after that Tim arrived home from an out of town conference.
On Saturday as the boys departed in the early afternoon for an all day bachelor party for our friend Jay. Caroline and I made plans to take her three kids and Troy to see her horses at the stables.
This was Troy’s first time around horses and thankfully, he doesn’t share his father’s severe allergies to animals. Tim learned the hard way as a child when he couldn’t breathe. This allergy test was administered as a teenager when he was trying to impress a girl too.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been around horses and having never rode either, I give them the respect they deserve.
Channeling my inner horse whisperer, I led the kids around the various horses and tried not to touch the electric fence.
Caroline pulled out Dawn, the pony, for the kids to groom. Troy tentatively started to touch her.
In the next few minutes two significant things happened.
One, Dawn shifted gears and stepped on Troy’s foot.
And stayed there.
I quickly moved her off his toe and there was no significant trauma. To Troy and the horse.
Second, while Mo was combing Dawn’s hair over her eyes, she must have gotten a little close for comfort.
She bit her.
Specifically, Dawn bit Mo on the arm.
Caroline explained that Dawn just didn’t like Mo and has previously kicked her twice.
I muffled this part of the conversation as best I could so Troy didn’t get nervous.
Alexis helped triage her sister by the water barrel while Troy stands like an old man and looks on.
While they were waiting, they were easily distracted with lady bugs on the buttercups.
Saddled up and ready to go, he easily showed off his cowboy boots.
The kid never stopped smiling.
Til the girls were clapping and the horse thought that meant go faster.
Back to the slower pace.
When I was offered the chance to ride after all four kids had taken a turn I politely said, the horse isn’t big enough.