I think I have that disorder that I saw on T.V. It’s the one where people can’t recognize faces. It’s real. It exists and I just know I have it. I looked it up on Wikipedia. It’s very rare. It’s called “Prosopagnosia”. A mother even went to her daycare and picked up the wrong child because she didn’t recognize him. (Or maybe she just liked the other one better. I don’t know.)
Well, I’m positive I have it. At least the equine version. I named it “Equi-Prosopagnosia”. It’s even rare-er. If I’m going to have a disorder I like it to be the rare-est.
Here’s what happened. I left my sorrel horse,”Pardner”, in Oklahoma for two months to be trained as a Ranch Sorter. I went down there last weekend to pick him up and bring him home. I walked down the aisle of horse runs in the barn and had a moment of slight anxiety. I thought …..
“Where is he? These horses all look alike. They’re all the same color”
I walked up and down the aisle two times pondering this.
That’s when it hit me. I’m just like that woman on T.V! The one I made so much fun of. I can’t even recognize my own horse! I have that… uh ……… DISORDER . That rare horse-face-recognition disorder!
I paced up and down the aisle again. ” Are you my horse? “
Does he have a wide strip or a narrow strip on his face? Does he have socks or no socks.
I DON’T KNOW ! I CAN’T REMEMBER. I HAVE THAT RARE DISORDER!
THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME!
It would be so embarrassing to saddle up the wrong horse, much less take him home. If I ask Joel he will make fun of me for the next century and I can’t have that. There are enough embarrassing things that happen in public without adding this.
Then he did it. Pard looked up and nickered at me. As if to say … “Here I am, you poor, pathetic woman.”
“How about a ride home”
An old cowboy once said to me ”God must have loved the Sorrel Horse the most.”
I would agree.
Love, Cowgirl Red aka Terah
P.S. One time at the Ranch Sorting I walked up to a sorrel horse that had a blanket just like Pard’s and almost got on him. And he was even a her!Good thing I recognized my own saddle. I’m going to quit making fun of people on T.V. with rare disorders now that I know I have one too.