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| Dear Merry Leggs |
I am a medium gray pony whose little girl has grown out of. Her parents
tried to find another little girl for me to live with, but those people turned
out to be mean and my girl's parents brought me right back home.
Now I have to take medicine for the rest of my life because of those mean
people. My problem is, the new horse. He is very bossy just because he is
the big show horse. I am not very strong anymore and I was never big, so I can't really beat
him up. I know my people love me, but what can I do about that bossy horse?
Signed ~
Second Chance
Dear Second Chance
Let me begin by saying you are so fortunate to have people that love you.
So many horses and ponies (especially ponies) get passed on and on when
their owners outgrow them. Please thank the Horse God that you did not end
up like Black Beauty. I am curious to know what this medication is you have
to take the rest of your life. Is it for pain, trauma, arthritis?
O.K. now to your question about Mr. Bossy horse. From what I have seen and
learned from my long life as a horse with short legs, it doesn't matter how
big you are. What matters is how big you think you are. Many a pony with
Napoleon complexes have ruled the pasture and had much bigger steeds paying
them homage and respect. What you are in need of is a self esteem building
program which includes mastering positive imaging techniques. Try the
following for starters: practice carrying your tail like a Saddlebred or
Arabian, high and proud; snort and flare your nostrils, then snort and flare
some more; bare your teeth; puff out your chest and prance with your head
high; paw furiously at the ground and charge at everything that moves from
field mice to snails; and repeat over and over to yourself, "I am a proud,
brave, lean, mean fighting-machine. When you encounter your bossy pasture
mate, start chewing on pebbles and casually tell him you are just sharpening
your teeth. Bare your teeth at him and threaten to bite him on the rump.
Chances are he will either think you are much tougher than he previously
believed, rabid or just plain nuts. In any case, he will not want to risk
you ruining his perfect show coat with your newly sharpened teeth and will
leave you alone. Peace at last. Now go enjoy your retirement!
Merry Leggs
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