In With the New

So there's this new horse. She's young, sassy, solid, and silly. Part of me is broken off and floating somewhere nearby with the stress of working again with a young and way different new horse. But part of me is 4 years older from having worked with Dewey all that time, and able to slow down, give her a chance, and correct her when she's being a fruitcake. Without getting mad. (have not totally accomplished this yet.) Maggie is from Oregon, buttermilk colored, like a giant dog with love and a wagging tail. She is also exactly like the sheep - busting into to whatever you're doing, saying PICK ME PICK ME when going to work with her, but then when actually working has the attention span of an amphetamine addict jumping on a trampoline. But I do LIKE the old girl. For some reason. She lets Dewey boss her around. She's pretty bright about not freaking out at new things, she is half angel half devil. I have to remember that she is still a youngster who wants to play and eat everything including me at times. This is part of her charm. She will become a horse that will turn right and left, and stop, and walk calmly on a leadrope. She will be able to cart me and our kids around safely and sanely. She is already making Dewey very happy just to have a buddy who is an actual horse, near him at night in the barn when he must have been very dark and lonely, on his little empty horse planet. I just have to survive it, and sometimes stop trying so hard, and love instead. Maybe in all areas, moms.