Sit back and buckle up, folks. This is gonna be a cute one.
I have a horse.
His name is Ringo.
Ringo lives in New York.
I also have a boyfriend.
His name is Joe.
Joe lives in not-New York.
Joe and Ringo don't see each other often.
But when they do, it is the most incredibly cutest thing ever.
You see, while Ringo does love me (I think?) he'll only casually and slowly walk up to the fence to see me, if and only if I have treats. And even then, maybe. No matter how much smooching noises, cajoling, posturing, and backflips I do (just kidding, I don't do backflips).
However, the moment Joe steps out of the car with me and yells, "RINGO!!!!" my fur kid's head comes flying up, he gets a wild look in his eyes, and he comes charging at full speed toward the fence.
He'll slide to a stop, blowing, and prance while Joe pets him. As soon as I reach out to pet his nose, Ringo will whip around and trot off.
okay then
I'm glad that my boys are best friends, and they love each other very much.
But, for my sake and sanity, I'm glad that they live in different states. I don't think I could stand knowing that Ringo loves my boyfriend more than he loves me (which "he" I'm referring to is debatable).
My horse and my boyfriend are having a love affair.
But that's okay.
My horse has taught my boyfriend how to put on a halter properly (I'm proud to say that Joe now knows how to put on a rope halter correctly. Thanks, Ringo). He has stood still while Joe tried to figure out how to brush him properly. He doesn't spook when Joe leads him past the scary bathing stall. He'll snort and nuzzle around Joe's pockets, looking for treats, but never tries to nip.
I have a fantastic horse, and, as much trouble as he gives me just because he likes being a turd, I'm glad that both my boys like each other.
I have a non-horsey boyfriend. He's stuck around for five and a half years, so clearly I'm doing something right (or maybe it's the distance!) and my horse-craziness hasn't scared him off yet. (go me?)
Because as much as Ringo "loves" me, we are a package deal. If anyone ever tells me "It's me or the horse," someone is going to end up on the curb and it's not going to be my four-legged kid.
Fortunately, Joe isn't going to go that way. When I start showing again, Joe is probably going to be my #2 cheerleader (behind my mom, of course) and Ringo's #1 BFF.
And that's perfectly alright with me.
All is well with the world.
Even if my horse loves my boyfriend.
Author's Note: Writing this because my favorite boyfriend is leaving tomorrow to play in the 18th Winter Deaflympics (Deaf Olympics for those not "in the know") in Khanty-Mansiysk, Russia. My thoughts are with him and his fantastic team. I am confident that win, lose, or anything in between, they will have played their hearts out and brought everything to the ice. Good luck, gentlemen.
I have a horse.
His name is Ringo.
Ringo lives in New York.
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| Frolicking in New York. |
His name is Joe.
Joe lives in not-New York.
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| Very clearly not New York. (not saying he lives in Seattle, but maybe he does) |
But when they do, it is the most incredibly cutest thing ever.
You see, while Ringo does love me (I think?) he'll only casually and slowly walk up to the fence to see me, if and only if I have treats. And even then, maybe. No matter how much smooching noises, cajoling, posturing, and backflips I do (just kidding, I don't do backflips).
However, the moment Joe steps out of the car with me and yells, "RINGO!!!!" my fur kid's head comes flying up, he gets a wild look in his eyes, and he comes charging at full speed toward the fence.
He'll slide to a stop, blowing, and prance while Joe pets him. As soon as I reach out to pet his nose, Ringo will whip around and trot off.
okay then
I'm glad that my boys are best friends, and they love each other very much.
But, for my sake and sanity, I'm glad that they live in different states. I don't think I could stand knowing that Ringo loves my boyfriend more than he loves me (which "he" I'm referring to is debatable).
My horse and my boyfriend are having a love affair.
But that's okay.
My horse has taught my boyfriend how to put on a halter properly (I'm proud to say that Joe now knows how to put on a rope halter correctly. Thanks, Ringo). He has stood still while Joe tried to figure out how to brush him properly. He doesn't spook when Joe leads him past the scary bathing stall. He'll snort and nuzzle around Joe's pockets, looking for treats, but never tries to nip.
I have a fantastic horse, and, as much trouble as he gives me just because he likes being a turd, I'm glad that both my boys like each other.
I have a non-horsey boyfriend. He's stuck around for five and a half years, so clearly I'm doing something right (or maybe it's the distance!) and my horse-craziness hasn't scared him off yet. (go me?)
Because as much as Ringo "loves" me, we are a package deal. If anyone ever tells me "It's me or the horse," someone is going to end up on the curb and it's not going to be my four-legged kid.
Fortunately, Joe isn't going to go that way. When I start showing again, Joe is probably going to be my #2 cheerleader (behind my mom, of course) and Ringo's #1 BFF.
And that's perfectly alright with me.
All is well with the world.
Even if my horse loves my boyfriend.
Author's Note: Writing this because my favorite boyfriend is leaving tomorrow to play in the 18th Winter Deaflympics (Deaf Olympics for those not "in the know") in Khanty-Mansiysk, Russia. My thoughts are with him and his fantastic team. I am confident that win, lose, or anything in between, they will have played their hearts out and brought everything to the ice. Good luck, gentlemen.
It's sure is a cute story.
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