Remember Ricochet? The horse a three-year-old could ride?
Well, I’ve been riding him for nearly a month now and I can safely say I wouldn’t let a child anywhere near him.
Not that he’s bad.
Oh no.
He never puts a hoof wrong. Never. Except when he does.
But here’s the strange thing.
He’s started to remind me of the boys I used to fall in love with back in my perpetually clueless youth.
You know the type: the unreliable unpredictable ones who never called or showed up when they said they would. The ones no sane person would approach without a pepper spray and a barge pole.
I always wondered about those guys, why they were so hard to resist.
But that’s all in the past. I’m grown-up now, happily married, wise as anything.
Thank goodness.
So anyway.
Yesterday, I’m working and working with Mr Handsome Horse and my teacher says, “Excellent. He’s going really beautifully for you.”
My heart stops.
For me! He’s going beautifully for me! Not for everyone, for me!
And that’s it. (For me!)
Any minute now, he and I will be riding off into the sunset together.
He’ll be galloping flat out. And I’ll be wondering what on earth I was thinking.
Perhaps he goes well for everyone but now he’s going well for you too? Seen this with my daughter though. They occasionally swap horses mid lesson and horses that went well start to misbehave and vice versa.
Flattery works wonders. It seems.
Will you still love Riccochet the bad boy when you’ve changed him? I guess we have to hope not, as then you can keep on sorting out all wicked-behaving horses!
To be honest, I’d love him far more if he behaved.
A bit of wisdom I remember from a film:
“Good times will get you in the end.”
There’s very little that beats that feeling…
Love it. All of it. Even the bad boy horse. Favourite moment:
I’m grown-up now, happily married, wise as anything.
Thank goodness.
So anyway.
xxxs