hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Me First
Posted 06-22-2014 at 07:20 PM by hunterseat
Driving to work I left my usual distance behind the car in front of me. That would be enough for a large number of cars to merge in if they wanted to. I'm in as much of a hurry as anyone. We're all travelling at the same speed. But when I need to get over or merge I always appreciate a large space in which to fit my car. Are you a person who speeds up so no one can get in front of you? That's okay. You can get in front of me anyway. I sort of enjoy putting other people first. Sometimes.
My awful neighbors pulled up in a moving van. When I saw they were leaving I snuck out and grabbed their cat, Willis. I squirreled him away in the office. I knew it was wrong (and Jeff reminded me, too) but they abandoned him! He cries loudly to get in and they laugh at him! I've been feeding him for weeks! I just put flea stuff on him! And he's a sweetheart. I want him. ME! He's mine.
I listened to the sounds of them packing the truck. I thought about Willis. That's his family. In HIS heart, he belongs to them, even if they don't want him. If they changed their mind, how would he ever get a second chance? So with a heavy heart I got him from the office, snuck him past the dogs again and put him back outside.
As I decided to do the right thing I recalled the words of a verse I wrote/borrowed/plagiarized. 'Love a bird and set it free and ask if it was meant to be , and when it starts across the sea, I guess the answer's no.'
I knew if they took him he'd never have a chance to return to me. I peeked outside and saw him at his usual place, asking to be let inside the place where he grew up. His home. With his family. They ignored him. I felt bad for him. He still wants to be their cat. Once the truck left I peeked outside. I snuck out later in my bathrobe and called softly to him. No Willis. My heart was heavy for myself but glad for him. He's back with the family he knows is his. I wanted to cry. I did fear for him but I was being selfish. I was really putting me first.
The morning came and I moped through my morning routine. I greeted our dogs and Leland, our cat, who was staring out the window. I followed his gaze and saw the furry orange figure of, guess who? Willis!! As I fed him his breakfast I told him what a good cat he is. I know he knows they're gone. He still sits by their door sometimes. But he hangs out on our porch a lot, too. His little feline world is experiencing a paradigm shift. But he's always happy for food and a kind word, uncertainties at his last home. Kind of a first for Willis, for him to be first.
My awful neighbors pulled up in a moving van. When I saw they were leaving I snuck out and grabbed their cat, Willis. I squirreled him away in the office. I knew it was wrong (and Jeff reminded me, too) but they abandoned him! He cries loudly to get in and they laugh at him! I've been feeding him for weeks! I just put flea stuff on him! And he's a sweetheart. I want him. ME! He's mine.
I listened to the sounds of them packing the truck. I thought about Willis. That's his family. In HIS heart, he belongs to them, even if they don't want him. If they changed their mind, how would he ever get a second chance? So with a heavy heart I got him from the office, snuck him past the dogs again and put him back outside.
As I decided to do the right thing I recalled the words of a verse I wrote/borrowed/plagiarized. 'Love a bird and set it free and ask if it was meant to be , and when it starts across the sea, I guess the answer's no.'
I knew if they took him he'd never have a chance to return to me. I peeked outside and saw him at his usual place, asking to be let inside the place where he grew up. His home. With his family. They ignored him. I felt bad for him. He still wants to be their cat. Once the truck left I peeked outside. I snuck out later in my bathrobe and called softly to him. No Willis. My heart was heavy for myself but glad for him. He's back with the family he knows is his. I wanted to cry. I did fear for him but I was being selfish. I was really putting me first.
The morning came and I moped through my morning routine. I greeted our dogs and Leland, our cat, who was staring out the window. I followed his gaze and saw the furry orange figure of, guess who? Willis!! As I fed him his breakfast I told him what a good cat he is. I know he knows they're gone. He still sits by their door sometimes. But he hangs out on our porch a lot, too. His little feline world is experiencing a paradigm shift. But he's always happy for food and a kind word, uncertainties at his last home. Kind of a first for Willis, for him to be first.
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