Oct 15, 2016
My horse T.J. is probably the biggest pain in the ass ever. If he wasn’t actually a horse, he would probably be the unsocial teenager who would spend all his time on the internet, just like me. My property has a couple of trails and at one point, the trail splits into two, with a half-built cabin that hasn’t been touched since we moved there. On the rare occasion that I got T.J. tacked up and on the trail without too much of a fuss, he decided that he was going back to the barn after I told him otherwise, I found myself hurtling towards the cabin at full force. I’m already a clumsy person, so naturally, falling off was a common occurrence. I ended up bruising a couple of ribs and had to get myself back on T.J. without the use of air.