||Thirteen years old|
||British Columbia, Canada|
got Echo last year when his previous owner called and asked if I could
take him because his buddy had been hit by a car and had to be
euthanized. I was looking for a new horse because my mom's horse,
Dillon, was hard for me to ride. We accepted and brought Echo home a
few days later. He and his buddy had been left in a field and were
neglected by his other owner and not been ridden for a whole year.
We brushed away the mud and manure from his mane, coat and tail. As a
mostly white horse, of course, he's nearly impossible to keep completely
clean, but I try. When he had his feet trimmed I got in the saddle
fearfully. After twenty minutes of not experiencing the much expected
spook-and-buck I slid off happy with success. I learned a few months
later this horse may not be 'a walk in the park'. I have lived through
many, many bucks, spooks and frustrating, tear-filled riding sessions I
earned a balanced riding seat, horse sense, and I am still working on my
natural horsemanship. At the end of a very unsuccessful and
disrespectful ride I sometimes wish to sell him without fully thinking
through the consequences. But when I calm down I know I could never do
it. Echo has taught me the truth of this quote: 'You can learn more from
a problematic horse than you can from a well-school riding pony.'
I wait for each of this summer's long warm days when I can enhance my
horsemanship and riding abilities and our friendship [(since Echo does not
enjoy wind or rain).