From the person who pays for your hay.
I don’t want to pry, but I couldn’t help but notice that you tried to buck me off yesterday. In fact, you tried to buck me off for at least five rather intense minutes. At risk of sounding as though I’m overreacting: what the hell?
I’ve been good to you, haven’t I? Since taking over your care, I’ve sent you to stay in very nice digs. You have your own paddock and you’re allowed into the big field every day. You have all the latest fly gear, plus a new rain sheet, new winter blanket, and two new coolers. I used up MY birthday money from James to get you a fancy leather halter with your name engraved on the side. I’ve even hired someone to brush and pet you when I’m away. And I’ve been quite reasonable about the amount of work I expect you to do. One or two lessons a week, plus a few practice sessions in the ring followed by light trail riding. There are horses who would KILL for a schedule like yours. Talk to some of your colleagues in the circus or the rodeo, or the race track, for god’s sake.
I was understanding when you got a cold shortly after arriving here and couldn’t work for two weeks. I said nothing when your hives exploded, resulting in a $200 vet bill and a couple of unsightly blemishes on your rear end. I was sympathetic when you had a spaz in your paddock and sliced up your fetlock. (Even when you stepped on my foot that time I only screamed a little and it was more of a general cry of agony as opposed to a “get off my foot you bloody horse” sort of deal.)
But this bucking thing, this I cannot disregard. Maybe you need to give some thought to what you’d like out of this relationship and I’ll do the same. It’s time you take some responsibility for your actions. You’re eight. You’re not a colt anymore. If you’d like to start paying your own way, that can be arranged. No more Bank of Susan, Buster. It’s time for an attitude adjustment.
Now you stay in your paddock and think about this. I’ll be by later with an apple and we can talk about it some more. And if you need a bit of time off to get your head together, I’m sure we can work something out. Oh yeah, and let me know if you want me to pick up some of those mints you like…