"What the...?" Shock descended onto me like an ice cold trickle down my spine. The pain hit about the same time as a wave of nausea followed by a torrent of hot tears. "She kicked me. I can't believe she kicked me," I thought as I sobbed uncontrollably.
As I stood there unabashedly bawling my eyes out, the scene from earlier that week came flooding back to me. Spirit has a nasty habit of blasting through my space. She's never been taught differently so I know I shouldn't blame her. But it's not safe for the humans around her. She also throws her head in a way that can be dangerous. That day I was asking her to yield away from me and she threw her head around and almost hit my face. I managed to block her with my forearm, taking her by surprise. This isn't an aggressive move, it's a match of energy and a protection of my own space. BUT, here's the thing... I was frustrated, irritated and impatient. I bumped her 3 more times with the butt of my hand, which was unfair, and unnecessary and SHE KNEW IT. I didn't physically hurt her, but I hurt her pride. She licked and chewed and walked away looking back at me. I heard her say "I'll get even, don't you worry." Boy, did she ever.
I'm Jai Sequoia. I live in the spectacular mountains of the West Kootenays in beautiful British Columbia. Read more