A few weeks ago I wrote a post I called “Lettuce” about a horse I was considering buying, a big step for me as he’s the first horse I’ve seriously considered since my mare passed away last August. In a nutshell, the post was about my tendency to overthink/ overanalyze damn near everything, which, instead of helping me make decisions, actually paralyzes me and leaves me spinning in circles of doubt. (Suzanne Adams, if you’re reading this, may I join the Convicted Over Thinker’s club?) The post was called “Lettuce” because a fellow crazy-horse-girl friend saw the colossal amount of time it took me to decide on a head of lettuce and totally understood why I would analyze something like buying my next horse eighteen ways ’til Sunday.
Some HJU readers commented and offered words of advice and encouragement that moved me closer to making the decision. A longtime reader of my personal blog said something that galvanized me and gave me the impetus to finally do the deed. She said, “Buy that lettuce and enjoy the salad!”
So I bought the lettuce. His name is Indy, also known as LJS Endeavor if you want to get fancy. He’s a 7 year old grey Oldenburg gelding, and he’s just a big bundle of sweetness. He is the equine version of a big, fluffy puppy, he loves people, and he looks at everyone with an adorable little boy face that seems to say, “Hi! I’m Indy! Who are you? Wanna play?”
He’s got a great brain, which is what really attracted me to him in the first place. When I rode him the first time a pony came running up behind us, bucking and snorting. Indy just cocked an ear. One time I rode him in the outdoor ring on a cold, windy, drizzly day. No issue for Indy, he couldn’t have cared less. One day after a lesson I took him away from the ring and the other horses for a walk in the fields. He went on the buckle, looking around with interest but no apprehension. He didn’t care one bit that he’d left the rest of the herd behind.
The biggest selling point, however, was the day I took a lesson on him and rode abysmally. I mean I was galactically awful. I couldn’t find a distance even if I’d had a GPS. That poor horse had to get us out of one jam after the other, and he did it without a single complaint. No snarkiness, no grudges, although God knows either would have been justified. He just continued on to the next fence.
There’s a nearby horse park that I love riding at which has lots of trails and cross country jumps. Indy’s been there, done that, and gone through the water complex, which was another huge point in his favor. I love doing hunter paces, and I’m looking forward to going through water without a half-hour discussion first. Bless my old mare’s heart, she did NOT like the water. She was a jumper, and to her way of thinking, jumpers go OVER water, not through it.
I’ve been concerned that when I did get my next horse that I’d do the comparison thing. I’ve stopped worrying about that. This is going to be such a different journey, there won’t be any grounds for comparison. I’m thinking it’s like my kids. They’re both wonderful kids, but they are vastly different personalities, and comparing them to each other would be pointless. Good brains aside, Indy and Sug couldn’t be more different, and that’s going to be the fun part of this journey. Sug was 12 when I got her, and most of her job was teaching me. Indy is younger, and while I will definitely be learning from him, I’m thinking I’ll be teaching him as well. I always felt Sug and I were peers. I have the sense that in this new partnership I’ll be more of the Mom figure. And I’m totally good with that.
So, to everyone who offered words of advice and well wishes, a huge thanks for your encouragement and support!
I bought the lettuce. And now I’m going to enjoy the salad.