MONKEY wrote:
I wonder what it is about horses and ponies that drive young girls crazy.
I don't think it's that horses drive girls "crazy". Maybe I shouldn't have used the word "obsessed" ... I didn't mean "obsessed" in the sense of OCD.
And boys become obsessed with them too, you know. It's not just a girly thing, by any means. I've seen just as many male stable rats as female.
Horses are very appealing animals, which shouldn't come as a surprise. In the long process of domesticating them, it makes sense that we became "domesticated" to them, as well. What I mean is ... as they became predisposed toward working with humans, the humans became predisposed toward finding them very appealing.
This is no different than people considering dogs to be appealing.
LKL wrote:
They're beautiful. Many of them like people. They like being groomed. They're nervous and not terribly bright, so they need protection even though they're so big.
Very eloquently put, LKL. Thank you
It's hard to know how one could
not appreciate the speed and power and grace of a thoroughbred race horse, for instance. Or the fine-boned toughness of an Arabian. Or the good sense and down-to-earth practicality of a hard-working cow pony. Or any of dozens of other examples.
For me, my own imagination was stoked as a young girl by the adventures of
The Black Stallion. How exciting the stories were ... a magnificent stallion in far-off exotic desert kingdoms full of intrigue and mysterious characters. My goodness, I couldn't put those books down.
During much of the time my kids were growing up, we had horses. As LKL pointed out, they need lots of care despite being so large and powerful, and my girls learned about horses from the time they were toddlers.
This may sound strange, but one of the biggest thrills of my life was the time I was hiking in a remote section of Utah, and happened to come across a small band of wild mustangs. I don't know why, but to me wild horses embody the joy of freedom and wildness more than other animal. They're very skittish ... you can't get within half-a-mile of them. The herd stallion prances around, shaking his head and snorting his annoyance. The alpha mare, ever the practical leader, decides when and where the band goes.
I certainly don't expect everyone to feel about horses the way I do. I just wondered how being aspie might be involved with it, if at all.