Babe, Misty, Tony, Flicka, Domino, Gypsy, Duke, Lightning, Star, Mitzy, Honey, Ben, Smokey, Sweet Pea, Basko, Dillon, Dusty, Cody, Sasi, Velvet, Holly, Scamp, Woody and many others
Are all teachers of mine.
They taught me patience and assertiveness,
They taught me communication and psychology.
They taught me the joy of partnership.
And the thrill of horse and rider doing what neither could do alone.
Walked out in the pasture
To clear my mind
To enjoy God’s outdoors
Walking alone through the grass
When I heard the hoof beats.
Two geldings ran up to me
Inquiring about my presence
And whether I needed friends.
I did need their acceptance
And their comfort.
They each sniffed my hands
And my hair, letting me pet them
Even hugging their necks.
It feels good to know they care.
One can have a relationship
With horses as well as dogs.
As a prerequisite to reading this post, one is required to view the movie, My Cousin Vinny, so as to understand my comparison of Miss Sugar to the role played by Marisa Tormei in that film. I think she won an Academy Award.
So, today Sugar went to Small Claims Court as a plaintiff in a landlord-tenant dispute. The judge did not allow me to act as her attorney.
As her own advocate, Sugar was very cute. I sat in awe at the force of her personality. From the witness chair she ordered the defendant to stop rolling his eyes as she spoke. She impeached the credibility of his testimony by playing a voice message he left, proving his denial on the stand was indeed untruthful. .You would not want to be him going against her. As Muhammad Ali once said about an opponent, “I pity the fool.”
At one point in her testimony, she wept — sincerely and appropriately. That is a tactic I have never tried.
To paraphrase Jim Croce: “You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t spit into the wind. You don’t pull the mask off of the Lone Ranger. And you don’t mess around with Miss Sugar.
Shootin' the Breeze 