So recently my children attended horseback riding lessons.
My youngest child was quite disappointed on the first day as she was saddled with Lucy, the Shetland Pony.
Being a thoughtful and well mannered child (most of the time she whispered in my ear (I’m assuming so Lucy wouldn’t hear and have hurt feelings),
“I don’t want to ride Lucy. I want a real horse.”
However, it wasn’t to be and she was stuck with Lucy, who it turns out is a bit cantankerous, but with good reason as she’s pushing 25.
Fast forward to Day Three of horseback riding lessons and by this time my youngest is quite enamored with her four legged equine buddy and *today* is horse painting day.
My youngest approaches me and again whispers in my ear.
“I don’t think Lucy is a very good horse.”
“Why?” I ask, puzzled.
“She tried to bite me.”
I walked over with my youngest to see if we could put the situation to rights and discovered Lucy’s biting melee was well-founded.
It seems DD was trying to paint a lovely green circle around Lucy’s eye. However, she quite often got too close to Lucy’s eye and Lucy, somehow, didn’t like green paint smeared across her eyeball.
I suppose I’d have tried to bite her, too.
Lucy, the Shetland Pony and please take note of her the beeeeeaauuutiful green hoofs. She’s going to the horse ball, you know.