We have a lawn ornament.
He is chubby, fluffy, dappled gray and dirty, ornery and tough as nails.
He tests whoever leads him to and from the pasture, not occasionally, but every single day. No matter how many times you establish he is not pulling you down for a nibble of grass, he is going to try.
He’s the boss, he knows it and he’s not afraid to show it. He has lived at our farm for four years, and in that course has been ridden or driven less than twenty times.
His name is OG, and he IS the Original Gangster.
OG is not old, he was estimated to be around 5 when we bought him. Now he is probably around 9. He is not happily living out a retirement after years of hard work. He has essentially been on a 4-year vacation, all expenses paid for. He is healthy and trained both under saddle and for driving, just a bit rusty at this point.
My mom rescued OG from a hoarding situation. A hearty 12 hand welsh cross that was stuffed in a stall with 3 other horses. We now know why he had most of the stall to himself. We have all seen them, all heard about them and some of us are guilty of owning them. The lawn ornament.
My mom often talks about her plans with OG, and with her retirement quickly approaching, those could come into fruition. But I’m not holding my breath, both horse and human seem completely satisfied with this existence and the way in which things are.
Many people say, “Sell them! DO something! A horse shouldn’t just stand around!”. While others defend their beautiful décor, “But she’s just so sweet, I love her! I couldn’t just let her go to anybody!”
I was one who used to nag my mother about working OG, leasing him or selling him. He’s a perfectly good pony, cute and job ready, why not put him to work?
We all wish we had more time to work with them, ride them, dote over them. But life is busy and sometimes all we end up doing is feeding them, cleaning up their poop and turning them out... or paying someone to do it for us.