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!"
Just a boy and his dog
Posted 03-03-2018 at 10:39 AM by hunterseat
Sorry for misleading you but the boy is my other half and the dog is me. And this is my analogy of the failure of our relationship.
It's a common occurrence. Well meaning but ignorant parents buy their kids a puppy for Christmas. It's all fun and games until the puppy has an accident on the floor. Well, that's messy and we don't really want to deal with this. Someone else needs to do it.
Now Mom (or Dad) is relegated to doggy care and the puppy grows into a larger dog. With more hair that seems to shed and get everywhere. Time for a doghouse in the back yard. We love our dog so much, look. There he is in the back yard wishing he could be back in the house with the people who used to make him feel special.
(Many of these once-beloved pets are now in shelters awaiting the end.)
See where this is going? This relationship was brand new and much effort was being made to nurture it. But it takes a lot of effort. Plus there's someone else's toothpaste in the sink. yuck. I don't want to deal with that. I'm going to go back to focusing on what I want and what I think is best for me. She can continue to show her love and affection and I'll accept all of that. Pretty soon I'll be putting her in the backyard. Occasionally I'll take her to the dog park so other people can see what a great dog I have and they will admire us.
Now I have other things to focus on, things more important. Things that need more attention and, after all, she's here. Why the need to nurture? She can throw her own ball. I'm going to be important in my own mind and hopefully she won't bark and disturb my self-worship.
Hey. She's not being good. No, I didn't notice she was unhappy. I'm here, aren't I? That should be enough. Yes, she told me she wasn't happy. She begged me to play outside and treat her like my best friend.
But that would take effort. That would require putting someone else ahead of myself. I'd rather go back to knowing it's never my fault and I'm the best and seeing her reminds me that there's something wrong with this relationship that I used to want. Too much effort. It's a relief that she's going somewhere else.
It's always easier when they're unfaithful. She's faithful but...just not happy with being kept on a chain in the back yard to be taken out to play the part of a happy couple, then neglected as soon as she gets home.
Why can't she be happy sitting quietly as I do all the talking? Why can't she be happy letting me make all the choices...about everything? How can I possibly change?
No. I will pretend not to understand. I will make excuses that puts the blame elsewhere. I'm a great person! My effort will lie in keeping that perception going to the world. She doesn't matter as much as that does.
It's a common occurrence. Well meaning but ignorant parents buy their kids a puppy for Christmas. It's all fun and games until the puppy has an accident on the floor. Well, that's messy and we don't really want to deal with this. Someone else needs to do it.
Now Mom (or Dad) is relegated to doggy care and the puppy grows into a larger dog. With more hair that seems to shed and get everywhere. Time for a doghouse in the back yard. We love our dog so much, look. There he is in the back yard wishing he could be back in the house with the people who used to make him feel special.
(Many of these once-beloved pets are now in shelters awaiting the end.)
See where this is going? This relationship was brand new and much effort was being made to nurture it. But it takes a lot of effort. Plus there's someone else's toothpaste in the sink. yuck. I don't want to deal with that. I'm going to go back to focusing on what I want and what I think is best for me. She can continue to show her love and affection and I'll accept all of that. Pretty soon I'll be putting her in the backyard. Occasionally I'll take her to the dog park so other people can see what a great dog I have and they will admire us.
Now I have other things to focus on, things more important. Things that need more attention and, after all, she's here. Why the need to nurture? She can throw her own ball. I'm going to be important in my own mind and hopefully she won't bark and disturb my self-worship.
Hey. She's not being good. No, I didn't notice she was unhappy. I'm here, aren't I? That should be enough. Yes, she told me she wasn't happy. She begged me to play outside and treat her like my best friend.
But that would take effort. That would require putting someone else ahead of myself. I'd rather go back to knowing it's never my fault and I'm the best and seeing her reminds me that there's something wrong with this relationship that I used to want. Too much effort. It's a relief that she's going somewhere else.
It's always easier when they're unfaithful. She's faithful but...just not happy with being kept on a chain in the back yard to be taken out to play the part of a happy couple, then neglected as soon as she gets home.
Why can't she be happy sitting quietly as I do all the talking? Why can't she be happy letting me make all the choices...about everything? How can I possibly change?
No. I will pretend not to understand. I will make excuses that puts the blame elsewhere. I'm a great person! My effort will lie in keeping that perception going to the world. She doesn't matter as much as that does.
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