As a parent, I was never big on using threats to coerce my son to behave. I wasn’t one of those mothers who gave away her authority with comments like, “You just wait until your father gets home. He’ll deal with you.”
Just typing the words gives me a rather creepy feeling.
But in the spirit of honest and transparent communication, I must fess up to something.
It’s about Miss Pepper.
In her old age she has apparently decided that she doesn’t really have to do what I ask of her. At least not all the time.
For example, when I ask her to walk back through the gate into the pasture when she’s finished eating, she will sometimes balk. She’ll stand stock still and look at me with an expression that says, “Nope, I’m not going back. And you can’t make me.”
Then she plants herself and waits for my next move.
And yes, I’ve done the recommended horse behavior things.
“I know what you’re doing,” she screams with her eyes. “And it won’t work.” She’s well-versed in horse whisperer techniques.
I stand in front of her applying pressure to the lead rope, not yielding until she steps forward. She takes one TINY step and stops.
We do this frustrating little two-step for awhile, until, and this is important and maddening, Rick walks toward her. He doesn’t even have to do anything.
His presence alone prompts her to move. She hustles herself through the gate easy as pie, leaving me dumbfounded.
“Really? Girlfriend we need to talk.”
She ignores me.
I try again.
“Seriously Pepper this is 2014, the twenty-first century. Remember women’s lib? Feminism?”
That logic is lost on our Miss P.
I don’t know if it is that Rick is bigger and stronger than I am—definitely the alpha of our little herd of two, or that she is just messing with me.
Or maybe a little of both.
I suspect any serious horse people reading this are shaking their heads in disgust. They’d be justified.
With horses, and life, it is always something!