If you would have asked me several years ago would I see myself as being the owner of four dogs (two small inside and two big outside), I would have laughed telling you absolutely not.
When we first decided to buy property and build our little ranch, I took to social media in search of learning and observing everything I could. I would see women out in the barnyard wearing sweats and mucking boots. I’m not going to do that, I told myself. Then the other night when it was raining, our stallion Legacy didn’t want our mare Little America in the stall. Seeing that as I looked out the upstairs window of our bedroom, I’ll be darned if I didn’t put on sweats and mucking boots and go out to open the other stall so they can go out of whichever run in stall they want, allowing Little America to get out of the rain.
When we got the chickens I thought I’m not going to talk to chickens because people will think I’m crazy. But I have twelve little hens and a husband who will tell you flat out that I have routine conversations with them. They may not understand what I’m saying, but they really do acknowledge that I am talking with them.
When we got the miniature horses, I knew I would love and kiss on them as much as they would let me. The stallion (who in two weeks will be a gelding) is hesitant to allow full on affection, but allows me to pet him until he decides he’s had enough. My mare on the other hand will take all the kissing, hugging, and petting she can get. What I learned however, from that, is NEVER put chapstick on right before you kiss a horse. As I pulled away from her, I brought with me a lot of horse hair stuck to my lips.
For all the things I said I would never do, I stand corrected. I’m learning a lot, doing things I said I never would, and discovering things never to do again. Yep, it’s all fun and games until someone gets a lip full of horse hair.