This post has nothing to do with money. It has nothing to do with the day the paycheck arrives. It’s about my horse.
If you look at the picture up there and you know a lot about horses, you might notice a few things right off about why I think he’s so cool. For those of you who aren’t so well-versed in horse coolness, I’ll point them out and you might just have to take my word for it.
He and Martina are making the same, exact face. *That* is cool.
Also, if you look at the kid’s legs, you’ll see that her outside (closest to the fence) leg is open, or off the horse’s side and her inside leg is pressed into him. Her inside (or left) hip is pushing into him a little bit and in response his spine is curved and he is moving his body in an arc. All of these cues are so subtle that I’m sure the little rider wasn’t even completely aware she was giving them. Even her hands are pushing him toward the outside of the ring and he is bending that way.
Look at his ears. Horses tell us a lot with their ears. He has one ear tipped forward and the other one is slightly swiveled toward the rider. This means that he is looking where he’s going and that he is willing and that he is also listening to her…well, to be honest, that ear is pointed toward our garden but take my word for it, it was in motion. His ears are also relaxed, neither tightly pointed forward nor pinned back. He is relaxed.
His eyes are soft, his nostrils are not dilated–he’s calm and she hasn’t been riding him hard.
What really makes him the World’s Coolest isn’t limited to his calm willingness to babysit, bend and make the same face as his rider. Oh no. He’s the most honest guy I’ve ever known. If you ask him with a good heart, he’s going to give whatever he can. But if you’re an asshole? He’s going to take you down the road, way too fast, and he’s gonna be laughing the whole way.