My horse Shay — aka Shayboy, aka Shay-Shay. On Monday he will be six years old. I got him when he was just 12 months old — he was soooo darn cute at 12 months old. Just a bitty little thing who would follow me around everywhere. He’s much bigger now. Much! Although because he’s an Arabian, he’s not too tall. And I’m really tall. I always say that when I finally ride him, my feet are going to drag on the floor.
That’s right. I have never riden my horse after owning him for five years. I can’t ride him because he is too green (has only been under saddle for about 3 months) and so he’s not safe for me to ride. But my trainer rides him, and she tells me that he is coming along just fine. So I am hoping that by the end of this summer I *might be able to get on him. To tell you the truth, I’m a bit nervous! See, I’m not that good of a rider. So for me — someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing — to get on a horse who doesn’t really know what he’s doing, either….well, let’s just say that’s not the best combination. And at this stage in my life, do I really want to fall off or be thrown from a horse? No, I don’t think I do.
Hmmmmm. That’s something to think about. I could break something! Yikes! What did I sign myself up for?
But what am I supposed to do? Never ride him? Rich says that’s crazy…what did you buy a horse for if not to ride him? For a pet? (Yes! That was the idea. I wanted a pet horse. Do I actually have to ride him, too?)