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Katie Knows that no Lock can stop a Pony

1 Apr

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Katie understands the unique challenges of being a miniature horse or pony.

Dear Katie, I am 39 inch tall Shetland pony.  My owner just added a lock to the feed shed and I can’t open the latch anymore.  What can I do?  Signed, Locked Out of Paradise

Dear Locked Out, this is easy to fix.  When she opens the shed and sets the lock down, knock it into the dirt and bury it with your hoof.  Soon you will have access to the feed shed again. – Katie

Divine Discomfort and the Talking Santa

1 Apr

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Katie will be back soon, she is busy eating and bossing around other minis.

Divine discomfort.  How do you tell it from the regular kind?  I am not a person who likes change or taking risks.  I don’t need to run the fastest and jump the highest.  I’m more likely to run the slowest, then trip over the jump.

Most of my friends like to go to Great Wolf Lodge, a giant indoor water park with stuffed, talking animals sticking out of the walls.  It was my worst nightmare.  Worse than the motion-activated, dancing Santas that populated Sears a few years ago.  I had to go through Sears to get my daughter, then age two, shoes.  She would start screaming every time we went past a life-sized plastic Santa that suddenly started singing and doing the twist.  She developed a Santa phobia that lingered for years.  I know somewhere there is a landfill full of life-sized talking Santas.  Someday an archeologist will dig them up along with the singing plastic trout.

I much prefer the boardwalk in a marsh where I can watch whirligig beetles swim and listen to red wing blackbirds against a backdrop of blue sky and silence.

Big, loud, noisy- not my thing.  So today I have to roar down the freeway with my little horse in a box and take her to training an hour and half away.  I’m not feeling very comfortable.  When I had horses as a teen, I didn’t have a horse trailer.  I rode places.  Now the horse goes in a metal box and I drive her.  It’s  added discomfort to my life on various levels.  First, I don’t like to burn fossil fuel.  Second, horses aren’t a fan of being hauled in a metal box.  Third, it involves the city freeway, my second least favorite place after Great Wolf Lodge.

But in the long run it will be good.  My daughter will have a young driving horse so our old guy can retire.  Change is never easy.  It always involves some discomfort.  Maybe it’s divine, but maybe it’s just discomfort, like coming unexpectedly upon a talking Santa.  Take a deep breath.  Smile.  You can do it.  The compromises of modern life bring up constant conflicts with my values.  It’s a journey to find how it all fits together.