otto

so my orignial story got deleted and my mom and dad didnt my new one so i just wrote about my horse...


If anything has changed my life it would be meeting Otto. Otto is my 15 year old 16’3” thoroughbred gelding. When my family first bought him I absolutely hated him, I thought he was a spoiled rotten brat. He was a retired advanced level event horse. He short listed for the Pan American games, qualified for Rolex, and would have gone to the Olympics if he had not suffered from a career ending injury. He was ranked in the top ten event horses in the USA and was ridden by Buck Davidson. Once retired he still held his star status so everywhere we went my mom and I were known as the un-worthy people who got to own Otto.
Even though Otto had “done it all” he was no walk in the park to ride. I could not ride him for the first three months we owned him and even after that I would constantly have to get off before he would decide it was time for me to get off. He did not want anything to do with being ridden by an 11 year old girl who could barley stay on his back and he frequently put in his two cents. I thought my life was hard the first few months of owning him but I did not understand that a magnifying glass would be put over my family for years to come. At about four months Otto and I began to develop our current relationship status. We took lessons and our tolerance for each other began to grow. We bonded through jumping, the higher we went the more we understood each other. Otto would jump almost anything, except for small jumps. Otto is like a human he feels that certain things are beneath him and little jumps are defiantly classified as beneath him. Most people I have met since owning him think I cannot ride and I just have a horse that will do anything I ask, and that is defiantly not the case. Otto and I have a weird thing going on, he is like my brother, we fight and we make up, I love him with all my heart but sometimes he annoys the heck out of me. He knows how to get what he wants and if he doesn’t get a treat or something that grabs his attention, he will kick, bite and hold up his leg until he gets it. He is the reason my mom and I are so close; we both love him so much that it keeps us together and peaceful. I talk to him and he listens, sometimes he even whinnies back. He is my best buddy and a great gift from God; every day I just have to remind myself that he is only mine temporarily and God will want him back one day. Every day with Otto is a precious blessing from God.