I Am a Hero. Obviously.

Heroic Act #1:

A body was sprawled out in the grassy lanes between the paddocks, a large hat knocked off to one side. I recognize the hat. It’s John’s. He’s not moving.

If I had not been leading a very excited horse down this hill, I wouldn’t have had the vantage point to see him in the tall grass at the bottom.

He was waaaaay down by the tree in the middle.

He was waaaaay down by the tree in the middle.

I call out his name. No answer. Horse feels my nerves and begins to try the whole “I am a Dervish” thing, on the line, ensuring I can’t run straight down, or John will get trampled. I yell for trainer and co-worker, shouting “John is down! I think he’s hurt, HELP! Paddocks!!”

They run out of the barn, closer to him than I am, and like good horse people, instantly read my body language, following my line of sight, know where he is before I say a word.  I whip out my phone and start to punch in 911.

This is how John was rescued from a nice nap in the sun, in the grass, near his beloved horses.

I am a hero.

We’re calling it a safety drill, FYI.

Heroic Act #2:

Last night, in my dream, I finished bagging Hudson’s Happy Meals for the week. (Okay, aside: who the heck dreams about bagging grain?) I was suddenly, in the way of dreams, standing on my front porch: halter to clean in one hand, turning the key in the lock with the other. I open the door and am faced with a very large mountain lion. One pacing and eyeballing Husdon’s good leather halter in my hand. It smells like horse. The lion wants the halter.

Just throw the halter to one side...

Just throw the halter to one side…don’t clean it

But. But. It’s Hudson’s good halter…(horse people are unbelievably stubborn)

lt still takes a slight amount of stalking behavior from the mountain lion in my kitchen, to convince me I probably should hand over the halter if I want to live.

I do. Resentfully.

The dream should end here.  Smart people’s dreams end here. (The horse person lives, buys a new halter, the mountain lion has a light nosh on sweaty leather. Win win.  Right?)

Instead, I follow the lion as it stalks out of the house, halter in  mouth. Somewhat safety conscious, I stay back at least six whole feet. The lion doesn’t think six feet is enough.  We stare at each other.

I am not a brave person. But dang it. It’s Hudson’s good halter. Why didn’t I grab a can of tuna? Bait and switch. Too late.

What do I do? Dart forward and snatch the halter from the lion’s mouth.

The lion flattens his ears and hisses, begins to whip his tail. I immediately come to my senses and hurl the halter back at him. He picks it up, and turns to walk away.

Unbelievable! I run up and snatch it away again. I am highly aware this is a very very bad idea.

So I throw it back again.

I woke up on the third mad dash to steal the halter back.

Can we say: “Jane has problems letting go?

I could understand this dream if the lion wanted Hudson. I can see becoming uncharacteristically brave if I were trying to rescue my beloved horse. But…a halter…?

Since I was uncharacteristically brave in the face of a mountain lion (over a stupid halter), I’m sticking to “I am a Hero”.

Obviously.

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16 thoughts on “I Am a Hero. Obviously.

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  2. Liz Goldsmith

    I’ve been holding off reading your post, waiting for a moment when I needed to be cheered up and de-stressed. It didn’t disappoint! I can always count on you to make me laugh! And I do understand about the halter. In my dream I’d probably have gone after it, too!

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      Oh good. Laughter is almost as good at fixing things as cake. At least laughter leaves ones thighs alone? Why this doesn’t make it the better of the two choices, I will never know! Glad you found some cheer…

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      You crack me up! Totally right. If a skunk had gone for the halter, I would have handed it over quietly, with a “Have a Nice Day” card. Not a second thought. Never mess with the Skunk Mafia.

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  3. jenj

    I get it about the halter. Nice halters are expensive! And clearly that halter has some sentimental value to it, so it needed to be rescued. But… why a mountain lion?

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      This is a super nice halter, a gift from friends I cherish, when I got Hudson. I’m so glad someone understands the value of the perfect halter…makes me feel slightly less…cuckoo.

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  4. Susan Friedland-Smith

    I was impressed when you were so quick thinking to call 911. I have this problem: when faced with a moment of crisis, I tend to freeze. So the fact you knew exactly what to do in the face of someone’s life being on the line proves you are a hero in the making.

    Glad John got to take a nice nap. That looks like a beautiful place to get some free Vitamin D!

    And the mountain lion dream. . . well, that one is just perplexing. But I enjoyed reading it and part of the time I was thinking, “Wait! Did this really happen or is this part of a dream?” You had me going!

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