Horse
Eat My Dust: My Pet Horse Superstar
“And the race is on! Lightning Bolt is leading the race followed closely by Incinerate and High Ho Silver Away. Horence of Arabia is nose to nose with Cotton Candy tying for the fourth and fifth place. Wait. Wait. What is this? The new comer Eat My Dust is gaining upon Horence of Arabia and Cotton Candy. He easily outran High Ho Silver Away and Incinerate. Look at that horse go! They are now neck to neck with Lightning Bolt. Ladies and Gentlemen, we could be witnessing the rise of a new champion here. And Eat My Dust now leads the race. What a rally! I have never seen anything like this before. The other horses are eating Eat My Dust’s dust literally. Mr. Jawo must be very proud of his pet horse right now.”
I was watching behind this spectacle with a huge grin on my face. Of course, I am very proud of my pet horse Eat My Dust. I remember buying him from a friend’s ranch at a bargain price. It has been a sickly young horse with a very bad temper. I was hesitant at first to buy him. I can’t use him as a race horse for it looks sickly and I can’t use him for a pet horse for my kid too because of its bad temper. My wife, however, saw things differently. “Bert it’s an adorable horse. I am sure that he will be very useful someday.” My wife had been in a horse Whisperer phase during that time. She just finished watching that Horse Whisperer which was adapted to the big screen from the book of Nicholas Evans of the same title. “The little one looks sad and lonely. A loving family is all he needs,” she muses. Right. I am willing to bet she is just not herself right now. Robert Redford may have aged, but he still looks ruggedly good looking as the Horse Whisperer. That would have probably influenced my wife in caring for in her words “the lonely looking” horse. It does not look lonely to me.
Turns out my wife has some prophetic eye or something. Eat My Dust easily took in to my kids. They adore him and he them. It was what you call love at first sight. With his majestic chestnut colored body and dark brown hair, he became the favorite pet horse of the kids. I have been a race horse breeder but I miss the horse’s potential. One day while I was training my horses. Eat My Dust ran with them and easily over ran them. “Look at that horse go. The others are eating his dust.” His name stuck and so a star was born.
Since then I have been training my pet horse everyday. His improvement was remarkable and we all get goose bumps watching him breeze along the track. We have kept him under wraps and zealously guard this little mean streak.
“Eat My Dust won the race!” The announcement jolt me out of my thoughts. Looks like our hard labor paid off.
