We have four horses—not quite a herd but more than a clump. We feed them. We brush them. We ride them. We move their poop around.
We do not treat them like long lost relatives or really tall humans.
We treat them like horses. The horses prefer this, which many folks—who have only seen horses acting in the movies, or have heard about horses on Twitter—find confusing.
A horse owner I know had a neighbor call to complain about my friend’s horses. It seems they were outside—in the rain—getting wet.
It’s hard to know what to say to this kind of silly, stupi . . . er . . . um . . . it’s hard to know what to say. So in the interest of education and knowledge, which is the solution to all modern ills, spills, and trouble, here’s a short tutorial.
Horses are outside animals. Keeping a horse in the kitchen is problematic because when they get stuck between the refrigerator and the sink they tend to kick your house down.
Horses are wolf food, thus their talent for kicking. Thousands of years of being hunted and eaten by toothy mountain monsters helped the horse evolve a certain “wait and see” attitude. Is that a butterfly or a saber-toothed butterfly? And since I am prey should I run away now or later?
Horses feel better when surrounded by other horses. They’re like teenage girls; they always go to the toilet in a clump.
Horses like tyranny. Equality does not exist in horse world. They want someone at the top who bites their butts and kicks their faces. That way when the saber-toothed butterflies show up, someone is always the boss and responsible for yelling, “Stampede.”
It’s called a pecking order. Alpha horses peck first and so it goes down the line. Tyranny means order, and if you’re a horse order means safety and safety makes you feel better. (Note: Humans who respond to tyranny in this way have essentially become prey animals and should prepare to get pecked or eaten.)
Horses should not be ridden in short shorts and halter-tops. That’s just a personal fashion opinion and not really a horse fact.
Horses are one thousand pound vegetarians, which requires them to eat grass, grain, and hay ALL DAY LONG. Think about it!
When mommy horses want to discipline their rebellious baby horses they chase them and chase them until their babies can’t breathe or until they cry, “Uncle!” and apologize. Baby horses apologize by licking their lips, paying attention, and following. Young horses are not allowed to be idiots. (Horses could teach humans a thing or two about parenting.)
Horses are among the most noble and glorious creatures created by the hand of God, and when the Savior of the world returns he’ll be riding a white horse. I read that somewhere. I find that image very appealing.
When our son-in-law saw one of our horses rolling around on the ground he thought it was dying. He’d never seen a horse take a dirt bath before. Our son-in-law is from Bountiful, Utah. Enough said.
Let’s recap. Horses are not tall humans. Horses are beautiful. Europeans eat horsemeat, thus making them horse eating predators or saber-toothed barbarians.
Linda (Tally Ho) Zern