My love for horses goes back as far as I can remember. Ah, what memories of Saturday mornings in front of the television, eating my cereal and watching back to back episodes of horse adventures with My Friend Flica, Fury, Roy Rogers and The Lone Ranger. All those amazing horses and the wonderful things they could do made me want one of my own every time I watched the shows.
Since my father was in the military and we were never in one place for very long, there was absolutely no way I could ever have one. So I transformed my bunk beds into a stage coach, and loaded up the bottom bed with stuffed animals for passengers. With lines made from a jump rope, I would drive that stagecoach and my super talented horses everywhere. We'd travel for hours, never stopping for anything, uh well, except for when my mom would call me to come set the table. That always put a halt to the trip.
It took a long time to finally get my very own, real live horse which of course is Remington. And although he was taller than any horse I had ever ridden, I once thought, hey, maybe we'll get a saddle and I can ride him sometime. Wrong! He grew so fast, I took another look and thought, am I crazy? I am afraid of heights and he is so tall that just climbing on his back would scare the bajeebies out of me.
So, since I don't drive him and I don't ride him. I bet you're asking, ok, so what do you do with him? Well, since you asked, I'll tell you. Mostly, I feed him, clean his room, help give him baths and sometimes help fix the stuff he breaks.
Besides giving him big hugs on his neck and kisses on his soft nose, my boy and I have shared a special game of peek a boo. Yes, that's right, peek a boo and no, he doesn't cover his eyes with his front hooves, he's not quite that talented :)
It all started when he was in the stall next to the feed room and I would go in to mix up the feed. He would peer at me through openings in the panels to make sure his food was coming soon. Remember "it's all about the food". He was so cute and such a clown doing it, that I decided to make a game out of it.
I started saying "peek a boo, Remi-pup" and kept repeating it over and over. After a few days, whenever I said peek a boo, he would lower his head and peer through the panels. I kid you not, my amazing boy would play the game when I said the words. He could be on the other side of the stall and if I said peek a boo remi pup, he would come over and play. Really he would. Ok, maybe not every time, but pretty much every time. Isn't he brilliant? I think so...tee hee.
Of course, now he's been moved to the middle stall and we don't get to play the game anymore. So, I'll have to come up with something else that he and I can share. Any suggestions?
I don't have to drive him or ride him to enjoy him. I am perfectly happy hugging his neck and kissing his big soft nose. And I don't have to stop to go set the table for dinner either. Gotta love it!
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