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Insights on the Lease Horse
I have discovered something interesting about the horse I’m half leasing: he’s tone deaf. Which is to say, if I start singing when I’m tacking him up or while I"m cooling him out, he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.
He is one of three creatures in the world who will tolerate my singing. Obviously, I tolerate my own singing. But I am tone deaf, so what do I care if I’m out of tune? The little cat, Onyx, also tolerates my singing, but then she falls off the bookcase every couple of weeks. She’s not the brightest thing out there.
And other horses? The mares I used to walk would pin their ears at me. The Chestnut Mare would actually walk as far away from me as she could; my singing hugely offended her. In this, she was like Pookie, who will leave the room if I start singing around her. As a result, I sort of count on animals to remind me I’m singing so that I’ll quit before I make someone’s ears bleed.
But Rogue? I’m standing there singing Donald, Where’s Your Trousers? and What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?, and there’s Rogue, falling asleep in the crossties. Not good! There could have been kids around! There’s plenty of time for kids to learn Irish pub songs later in life; they certainly don’t need to hear the lyrics and my voice.
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