Horse riding.

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I prefer to eat horses rather than ride them.

uhm...am i the only aspie who knows that its spelled horse driving
anyway ive driven horses alot of time (and no not dresure because thats for
girls or girly guys) im talking about western driving skills but its a long time ago
sinds i driven horses so...

I have two horses. One has red ears, hence my handle!

Uh, where? It is riding when you are sitting on the horse. It is driving when you are sitting in a horse-drawn vehicle, directing the horse. Or walking along behind a peice of horse-drawn machinery such as a plow, doing the same. Driving is fun. And is not riding.

my mistake i guess well im not an 200 IQ aspie like most aspie's

Lacking, or being mistaken about, any particular peice of information has nothing to do with IQ.

I figured it was a colloquialism.

I haven't ridden in ages. Prolly can't these days with my bad back.
But when it was fun, it was great ! !
When it went bad, it was truly frightening ! !

Me too. (Allergic, asthma etc...) Do it any way. Walked (yes. walked) into the E.R. with no detectable vitals once from an asthma attack. They were impressed.

So, I got a curly one for me. "Cassidy" Hypoallergenic. Way cool. Awsome-est horse ever! He has a sense of humour; tries to flip shirt over my head, and fetches grain pans. He's a riot.

My daughter didn't communicate verbally regularly until we got a horse for her. Or the horse got himself to her. He wandered into the yard one day. Skinny, bleeding, scratches, over grown feet... He was a mess. Latched onto that kid and didn't let go. Talk about a baby sitter. We called him "Whiskey", for his color- he was a golden flaxen maned sorrel.

What a lovely story ! ! Like something out of a movie ! !

It was kinda. There were some ugly sides too though.

My husband woke me up one morning and said "We've got some extra horses. Do you need to tell me something?" 'Cause we only had the one filly at the time.

I look out the window and sure enough there were two geldings sniffing noses over the fence with the filly.

I go out bare foot and in my jammies and make friends with the the newbies, put some halters on them, put them in the other corral, and go inside and call the Brand Inspector to tell him I have some loose horses. He says he will do some checking and be by that afternoon to look at 'em.

I go outside (after I'm dressed) for a look-over of the two and determine that they are geldings, they are skinny, their chests are bleeding (especially the sorrel), their feet are chipped out and awful, and they both have a fungus on their pasterns (scratches).

I look up from a hoof to see my neighbor come up the road. We chat for a bit and she asks if I called the cops. I said "No. But I called the Brand Inspector and he told me not to call the police." She goes home.

I run some errands and come back to a police car in my drive way. Said driver of this vehicle proceeds to give me the third degree. I mean I was interrogated. They thought I was horse thievin'. I finally say "I'll call Gary (The Brand Inspector) you can talk to him." Which cleared it up, but sheesh, I thought I was gonna be in handcuffs there for a minute.

Two days later they do find the guy who owns the horses, who shows up and says "Gee I'm surprised they're still alive". He was a livin-outta-his-car-meth-addict and he asked if we wanted the pair.

By that time Whiskey had glommed onto my then 4 year old daughter. Sooo... Sure. He brought their paperwork and everything.

We did everything with that horse. We did alot of OT at home with him and my daughter. He had giant rubber balls and bean bags thrown at him and off of him. Crashed through card board box towers at a four year olds insistence (this was always loads of fun for all involved), poster board and paper in the wind, barrels. Little fingers up his nose, in his eye, around his ear. You name it. Nothing phased him.

We would go for long rides. Sometimes double, me and my daughter. Sometimes just me leading him. For about three months every time we turned around to head home that child would have a shrieking, kicking, squirming melt down. Whiskey would just cock an ear back and keep plodding along. If I ignored it, he ignored it.

If I was leading him sometimes my daughter in the midst of her fit would get a precarious perch up there. Whiskey would turn his head and bump my shoulder or arm with his nose and then look at his back. And sure enough every time he did that I would see her backwards or sideways, or clinging to his mane with her legs dangling.

It got to the point he would just have to turn his head a bit for me to look. Who was trainin' who I wonder.

Anyway I miss that horse. He is in semi-retirement with some friends in Co. He takes care of their California friends' children and grand kids on trail rides in the summer, (As in, that horse gets taken out, dusted off and saddled up maybe a dozen times a year) They built him his own stall. When he gets too old for that, he comes back here to be a pasture ornament cum weanling babysitter. They have dubbed him "Mr. Whiskey", and boy has he earned it. I'll have to find a picture of him.

Here is Mr. Whiskey

Yes. I used to take lessons from a lady who worked as an elementry school phycologist. She turned it into a therapy session when I was really supposed to learn how to ride a horse. In exchange for lessons I was to clean stables. She asked me to clean up her garage once, I am totally clueless when it comes to other people's messes and sometimes my own, so my mother did most of the work. She also was abusive to one of her horses. She whipped him when he got out of line and when I tried to stand up for him she said that she was just punishing him (scary when you think about the fact that she works with troubled and special needs children). He reared and made her break her back once. I said that that served her right which it did and my parents yelled at me, I still never changed my mind. She was also always comparing me to Temple Grandlin and pretending she knew all the facts about AS. Excuse me, I actualy have it, I think I know a little more than you, lady. Even with all the degrees in the world you will never know as much as a person who actualy has a developmental disorder. She got on my nerves too much and I quit.

When I was kid I did it. Apparently the teacher was ex-Brazilian Calvary. First lesson how to fall off a horse. He wound the horse big time. I refused to fall off. The horse bolted toward the stables. I think he had to stop it with his horse. I have no memory of these times.

Other times I ridden horse I've just done my own thing not really had lessons. I don't really understand what the big deal is between canter and gallop. Are not supposed to change up for some reason? I’m sure it is good exercise for them, it wasn’t that long. People would get mighty miffed if it I took my horse for a sprint.

Then I’ve been on walkers, which like to stroll. Just casual, usually quite old lopsided horses, those are a bit lazy like to stop and eat grass.

Nice story, pheonixiis!

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Thanx!

Most animals like me... and horses are no exception.
I tried learning to ride when I was living on a friends quarterhorse stud.
I enoyed it... including the "man from snowy river" mountain trails at speed my friend loved... until I got thrown badly.

Damned if I can get my centre of balance down far enough.

I have my own farm now... but no horses.
They're too high maintenance.

I am one of those types that likes horses and thinks they are pretty and have been horseback riding. I think they make good pets if you have the land and the money to take care of them.
I wonder if they like being ridden by people? It seems so uncomfortable having to walk around with a human on your back. Sometimes run with a human on your back. I don't even want to know what that would feel like! Ouch.
Mr Whiskey is pretty.