I Love the Internet (…and how the www taught me about horses.)
My First Horse and the Movies
When I got my first horse, after years of tears (I was twelve, give me a break… LOL) I had a thirst for knowledge about all things horse. I’d been fixated on horses since I was eight (?) but my sole movie role model was the relationship between young Alec Ramsey and The Black as my shining example of how to “bond” with your horse.
My First Horse and the Books
So, I had a few books and equine magazine subscriptions. I’d pore through the material, sifting through the content, searching for the *key* that would unlock the *reason* why horses did what they did and how to get them to do what the rider wanted instead. I laser-sighted the small advertisements in the back of the magazines. Professor Beery’s wonderful “magic” bit and training course booklets. (Remember? Trip down memory lane… LOL) Okay. But even at the tender age of twelve, I knew it couldn’t be “magic”. I wanted to believe there was magic, but I knew it wasn’t magic. Magic is unexplainable and I KNEW there was a way to explain horses. I just hadn’t found the information yet.
My First Horse and the Trainers
So, there were a few trainers at the stables where I boarded my horses. Mostly, western and then some hunter/jumper. I disliked jumping because I KNEW I was lacking that *key* of understanding, and remember that previous rule-following-perfectionism I possess? At least it prevented me from doing something so dangerous as flying through the air on a thousand pounds of uncontrollable horsemeat without insurance or backup. I worked with a western trainer or two but they kept wanting me to sell my (admittedly obnoxious, mildly dangerous) little welsh/arab cross and buy the twenty thousand dollar broke broke broke quarter horse for the AQHA show circuit. Not my thing. I wanted to make *my* horse work. I didn’t see the point of moseying around the arena with my horse’s nose on the ground, walking-the-lope. Boring. In the early 1980’s, dressage was becoming quite the thing in the States and I had an older woman friend that did “dress-aje”… oooooh, ahhhhh… and yet, dressage just couldn’t explain why my horse kept shoving her shoulder into me from behind and nearly running me down when we went past scary objects. I wasn’t going to “beat her up” without knowing precisely WHY I was “beating her up” (rule-following-perfectionism. If I don’t know the rules, how can I be expected to follow them? LOL.) And so I was one of those bleeding-heart-cookies-will-solve-everything-because-my-horse-was-gonna-love-me-or-else (even if she was EBIL! LOL) type of horse owners that silently envied other owner-riders with their quiet, respectful, polite horses but publicly ridiculed them for being abusive.
My First Horse and the College
So, when I grew older, I went to college. A horse college. Moorpark College Equine Management and Training Program. That was kinda a let-down. It’s now defunct. See my point? Not good enough. LOL The equine studies were too basic and I could already teach most of the classes in my sleep. I guess it would have been fine if I was the average horse person.
My First Horse and the Internet
And then I got my first computer. Oh boy Oh boy! Almost as much as horses and books and knowledge, computers flipped a switch in me. It was a P-75 with 8mbs of Ram and a standard 340mb HD. Woo Hoo! It was smokin! LOL Cost this arm and that leg. Or nearly $2000.00. Wow. At the time, it was Albert Einstein in a box. Nowadays, it’s a paperweight. A BIG one. I doubt it even ran on electricity. Maybe there was a coalbox in it for fuel? LOL