I only had Playboy for two weeks before we went to the RSNC Finals in Oklahoma City.
He is such a business man.Very serious. Very stoic. I never know what he’s thinking. I don’t think I know him very well, but then there may not be that much to know. He is not a complex horse.
I wondered when we got home if he would remember …… like … ” Oh yes, I live here now.”
And I also wondered if he was happy about it….like… “I love my new home, I love that red-head, she’s so pretty”
(I always anthropomorphize my animals)
After 5 days in the beastly hot show barns I would not blame him if he hated me and never wanted to see me again. I may have even hated me for part of one day and never wanted to see me again. I questioned my own sanity at times. After 4 hours on the road in unbearable heat, I pulled up to the barn and led him out of the trailer. I took his halter off right there and let him go. He stood there for a few seconds. No emotion. No change of expression. Nothing. Typical ‘Playboy’.
Then he followed me for a few steps, not realizing that he was free.
I scratched him on the head and told him “Good boy, now beat it”
Then he broke out in a happy dance!
Like football players do in the end zone but it’s a little subdued or they get in trouble.
And then he pealed out. Like a teenager.
He got to the end of the drive, stopped turned around, and walked back up to me. I was a little emotional and forgot to get that picture. I think he likes me. He knows he’s home. My apologies to all you non-believers.
Love Cowgirl Red, aka Terah
P.S. I, myself, did not do a happy dance when I got home. I was too hot and sticky to dance. It would have chafed. I shuffled into the house, took a cold shower and laid in front of the air-conditioning for two days. Then I unpacked. Then it was Friday.