Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Just Horsin' Around

My little Pony is growing long in the tooth. Tonight is his Freshman Orientation. Yikes! He'll be in high school next year. In my class!

I'm not concerned about The Pony. He's quite tractable. No horsing around from him. He can be let off the lead rope and still plow a straight furrow. He is not one to feel his oats and kick up his heels. He's a work horse, not a show horse. Yet he still ends up in the winner's circle.

The #1 son needs a good snubbing post every now and then. Just to remind him who is boss. He prances through life ears forward, tail high, always ready for adventure. He fights the bit, blows up his belly when the saddle is cinched, nips if you turn your back. At times, you have to show him the whip.

The Pony is content to graze in the home pasture until needed as a beast of burden. He never even needed sacking out. He's as placid as a carnival pony walking in circles with tots on his back. A squeeze to his ribs gets him stepping. To show him the whip would break his spirit.

So different. But of the same bloodline. They are both thoroughbreds to me.

4 comments:

Sioux said...

The ones who need to see the whip occasionally drive a parent crazy, but they will eventually settle down (we hope).

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Yes. We hope. Or we need to buy stock in a whip factory.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

They are all different. My twins may have shared a womb, but that's it. They don't even look alike. My boy is the tender one, sensitive to the feelings of others; while his sister just says it like it is and too bad if she steps on some toes. Then there is that last child, a force to be reckoned with, who managed to break all the rules. They do grow up, though, and then you like them as people in their own right. And the added bonus is listening to them worry about their children, while all you have to do is enjoy the grandchildren.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
Here's to hoping they grow up before I get to enjoy grandchildren!