Other People's Horses explores the obligation of humanity to its' equine companions. Domesticated horses, like dogs, have an existence defined through interaction with humans; unlike dogs, they're often boarded indefinitely with little human contact. A horse that doesn't ride is not a healthy or happy horse. Providing for the needs of these creatures - spiritual, medical, and menu - requires deep understanding of a very alien creature. Horses are prone to inscrutable foul moods no apparent cause, a serious concern for a creature whose temper tantrums could be fatal. Their physical health is even more inscrutable; horses are perpetually swelling up, shedding weight, going lame, or simply dying abruptly. The individuals who work with these creatures require a profound understanding of their charges and a tremendous work ethic. This is one of them.
Other People's Horses Featuring F. J. Bergmann Horses are more like us than they initially appear. I distrust them enormously. If left alone they become bone-idle, indifferent, and lame. They forget how to horse. Just as in isolation, we forget how to human. We do for the horse what they cannot for themselves. The brushing, the ride, the kata of leaping and stillness through words spoken and unspoken. Sometimes they need to be reminded of the words. Sometimes they pretend to have forgotten. Sometimes they have. We remind them. We are their burden to carry. As they are ours. When they shed weight or catch colic or lame, we rectify it through the ancient ways. And new ones. There is gelatinous linseed oil; there is hammer, and forge, and endless oiled leather. There are a lot of faeces. And we venture forth to converse in the way horses know best. The warmup is slow; circuits in the paddock We must canter...