Caol Ila
Well-Known Member
And I don't mean the horse.
I've never related to young children well, even under the best of circumstances. Today was not. I was riding on the road through the subdivision of houses near the stables. Traffic was zipping past, too close as per usual. Some young kids were playing in the garden of one of the houses. As I rode past, this wee girl started squealing "horsey! horsey!" as loudly as she could and running, making a beeline towards my horse's rear end. I was a bit alarmed, feeling caught between the cars and the child. My horse is as unlikely as any horse can ever be to kick, but I will never 100% guarantee that a prey animal won't kick or spook if you run up behind it screaming and squealing. So I said, as calmly and as nicely as I could manage, "Please don't run up behind the horse." Poor kid looked totally crestfallen and sadly turned back to her friends, and I felt really bad.
Not really a question there. Just having a moan.
I've never related to young children well, even under the best of circumstances. Today was not. I was riding on the road through the subdivision of houses near the stables. Traffic was zipping past, too close as per usual. Some young kids were playing in the garden of one of the houses. As I rode past, this wee girl started squealing "horsey! horsey!" as loudly as she could and running, making a beeline towards my horse's rear end. I was a bit alarmed, feeling caught between the cars and the child. My horse is as unlikely as any horse can ever be to kick, but I will never 100% guarantee that a prey animal won't kick or spook if you run up behind it screaming and squealing. So I said, as calmly and as nicely as I could manage, "Please don't run up behind the horse." Poor kid looked totally crestfallen and sadly turned back to her friends, and I felt really bad.
Not really a question there. Just having a moan.