Here's Your Sign. . .

On my way to town Saturday night (after a fun two days of riding!), I had an epiphany--before I bought Jupiter, Shirley said it was important that I find the horse that fit me. She said I would know him when I saw him. She said no one could pick him for me. Her final words were: "It's like picking a husband--no one can choose for you."

Well, if you scroll back through the blog posts, I am sure there's at least one where I laughed and said I had not done so well in that department since I am so obviously single. I think I thought it was a pretty good joke. Even Susie said she had done better picking horses than husbands since she was on husband #3. It was all cute and I liked it. I thought it was funny. Then I saw him. I fell in love with that horse as soon I as laid eyes on him. There was no getting around it--he was comin home with us--it was love at first sight.

However, as Jupes and I continue to work on becoming partners, it is becoming more and more clear--I picked a horse just I pick guys. Easy on the eyes. Fun to watch from a distance. And ornery. And difficult. If he had a car, he'd drive too fast. If he went to parties, he'd probably drink too much and fight around. If he doesn't have enough to do, he gets himself in trouble. He looks for it--trouble doesn't find him--he finds it all by himself. He's one of those short cowboys who knows he's all that and a bag of chips--just ask him and he'll tell ya. He's a bad boy all the way around. He has a temper. He wants his way.  He's not the top of the pecking order, but he's best friends with who is and that's all that matters.

How many times have I been off him? How many times has he made me scream because he scared me? How many times have I yelled in his ear, "Doggone it! Knock it off!" Yet, what do I say everytime we finish a ride? Yep--I love you.

Good thing he's a horse or I'm sure all my friends would be counseling me to get out of this bad relationship! He's the perfect example of why I am not married. I am attracted to the bad ones. The ones you don't take home for dinner. The ones you definitely don't marry.

The other side is probably the fact that I will win in this battle of the wills--I will get my way. I will make this partnership work. I'll end up a little battered, I know. But it'll be worth it in the long run. Two headstrong, willful, hot-tempered creatures cancel out all those negatives into a postive, right?

So there it is. Of course Jupes is mine. Who else would I have picked? We belong together.