Joy’s Fatal Attraction to Horses
We are going to tell the story of when Joy was a teenager and rode the old nag that Dad had found and nursed back to health from starvation. Perception is everything. I was there but our stories are not at all like. This is what Joy remembered with my interjections following.
Joy: I was on an old horse that didn’t have a lot of get up and go. My sister in law threw a tennis ball that whizzed right by it’s head. (We don’t play tennis so why they were playing at this moment is beyond me)
Dena: I was sitting on the back of the pickup with my little niece and Joy’s dog, who was leashed to the cab of said truck so he wouldn’t bother the horse.
Joy: The tennis ball stunned the horse and it flailed in terror.
Dena: The horse looked up.
Joy: I knew that I would end up under the horse with my legs broken. I was terrified.
Dena: The horse took a step.
Joy: I knew I was going to fall off the wild thrashing horse.
Dena: Joy started screaming, which made the dog run towards her. He was still on a leash and didn’t run far, but instead ended up hanging from the back of the truck.
Joy: Nobody would help me.
Dena: I was quickly attending to the dog, making certain he was not injured. He was thrashing wildly due to Joy’s piercing screams.
Joy: Still, here I am near death with no assistance.
Dena: I looked over and the horse, Dobbin, was standing with his head in a small live oak tree. Joy, still screaming. Tennis players were laughing. Dad finally came to help Joy.
Joy: This is why I hate everybody.
Dena: The dog was OK!
Visual proof of Joy’s gentle touch with a horse.
We call him Bam Bam
Thursday, January 31st, 2013, 8:17 pm | 
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