Mr. P is the horse I trust implicitly. He never broke my trust once in the years I owned him the first time and he hasn’t broken it since. He is the horse everyone loves and a horse that loves everyone. Only he is very clear that he loves me best.
Riding P is almost always guaranteed to put a smile on my face. My past with Mr. P is a fairy tale to me. Nine years apart and we never skipped a beat. Best friends. Love my furry soulmate.
Stampede on the other hand is the horse that everyone thinks is beautiful but no one else would want him. Stampede and I have a history marked with illnesses, injuries, and training issues. Yet this horse has taught me so much. Patience, perseverance, and how to follow my gut just to name a few. I know this horse so well – I can tell you what it means when he doesn’t eat all of his grain (his back hurts or he’s stressed about barn activity), what it means when he’s overly sensitive on the inside of his hind legs (planning a cellulitis attack), and what it means when he nickers at me when I have my helmet on (he wants to go for a ride).
The feeling I get when Stampede is trotting his big swinging trot is one of the most amazing feelings I’ve had. Knowing I have done so much of the training on this horse makes it even better. Stampede too will spend his life with me. He may never show the world how awesome he can be but that’s okay, he’s already shown me.