A horse is a horse of course

Suz has two horses – generally speaking. She’s got a barn and she’s got 2 horses, but sometimes the horses aren’t in the barn and they aren’t on her ranch. Sometimes the horses go for a stroll.

She used to board the horses when she lived in the big city but once she left asshat and got her own place, she took the horses, dogs, and kids, and moved on in. The horses settled in the barn and she, the kids and dogs took over the main house. The living arrangement was easy and everyone was happy.

The front-door would open, the dogs would hang on the porch or chase each other and they made new friends. The kids started their new school and chased each other and made new friends. And the horses ate their hay and escaped their barn and made new friends. ‘Cept the horse’s new friends were not so friendly and not so equine.

Suz would go to work, the kids to school and all was well in the world until she started getting urgent phone calls from the local po-po that her horses were peeping into the neighbor’s homes and scaring the country folk. “It’s just not done here. You have to keep your horses in the barn, they aint sposed to roam free in these parts.” Sheriff Buford was mighty serious about this too.

For a good six months, Moe and Curly (those are their nicknames) nosed open the barn and snuck out like errant teenagers in search of greener pastures. Sorta. Mainly, they just wanted to roam the hood. Sow the wild oats. Knock up a little filly.

With lots of laughter and mild apologies, Suz would lasso the horses and rein them back in. Look the other way when the barn door would creak open. Let them circle the paddock a time or two and then dangle the carrot so they’d come back easily.

The adventures of Moe and Curly are so typical they are comical. They are so part of nature that you can’t change it without changing the creature. Whether equine or human, if your stud is no longer trying to get inside your barn, it’s a sign. Maybe there’s really only three choices here: it’s either time to break his spirit, move along with it, or mosey on your way folks. I can tell you the horses are safely tucked into the barn right now…

However, Suz mosied on and left asshat because she couldn’t move along with his wandering ways and wasn’t willing to break his spirit. She wisely knew that the hardest thing to do is to let a wild horse roam free. I could be talking about her as well. And I supposed I am. She’s also a wild horse and she does roam free now. With her flaming red mane, she runs with abandon and joy. Tall and proud. The way nature intended.