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Jun. 21st, 2005 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickThe IRH dumped me on my ass this evening after work. That'd be by way of fairly determined bucking, just so you know. I don't just fall off horses without good cause. I sit spooks quite well. I sit minor bucks well. It takes more than that to dump me in the dirt. I have a rope burn on my left pinky finger and I stoved the last joint of my right ring finger. The rest of me is reasonably okay and my back is no worse than it was before the dumping. Stupid horse.
What happened is that this lady had a convertible, parked and turned off, in the driveway. Nick had never seen a convertible, so she was giving it a bit of the hairy eyeball. The trunk was open (we were at the front of the car) and there was a second-grade sized child rummaging in the trunk, not very visible to the horse. As we proceeded towards and past the trunk region of the car, Nick realized that there was someone there. At about that time, the child shut the trunk of the car, whereupon Nick went ballistic, which I was not expecting. I thought she'd seen the kid. I thought she knew about car trunks -- she's seen mine enough, open and closed, because that's where I keep my horse gear.
I thought wrong. Nick got away from me, threw her head between her knees, and some four bucks later, the horse and I parted company.
Damn. I'd been on her for all of thirty seconds or so. I re-caught the horse and I got back on her and we worked on some stuff for about fifteen minutes and she was fine for all of that. Fine, I say. *sigh* Tomorrow is another day.
I trust there will be no more questions on why I call Nick the Insane Red Horse.
What happened is that this lady had a convertible, parked and turned off, in the driveway. Nick had never seen a convertible, so she was giving it a bit of the hairy eyeball. The trunk was open (we were at the front of the car) and there was a second-grade sized child rummaging in the trunk, not very visible to the horse. As we proceeded towards and past the trunk region of the car, Nick realized that there was someone there. At about that time, the child shut the trunk of the car, whereupon Nick went ballistic, which I was not expecting. I thought she'd seen the kid. I thought she knew about car trunks -- she's seen mine enough, open and closed, because that's where I keep my horse gear.
I thought wrong. Nick got away from me, threw her head between her knees, and some four bucks later, the horse and I parted company.
Damn. I'd been on her for all of thirty seconds or so. I re-caught the horse and I got back on her and we worked on some stuff for about fifteen minutes and she was fine for all of that. Fine, I say. *sigh* Tomorrow is another day.
I trust there will be no more questions on why I call Nick the Insane Red Horse.
