Just visited with an old friend, my sister-in-law's horse. It's been 8 years since that horse taught me how to ride. Seems she's gotten a bit cantakerous lately. I used to get on her bareback and she'd watch out for me. She'd shift her weight or stop till I can catch my balance.
Now I'm told she behaves only when my SiL wears spurs and carries a whip. Barn sour, I suppose. Boy, do I wish she was her young self again. She sure made me feel very safe on her back. With my ever creaky joints, I'd much prefer her undivided attention but without the whips and spurs. The devices, in my mind, violates the inital level of trust between us.
Oops that blew up ... go figure!!