“You must whip your horse Lee Ann!” I will never forget those words that the horseback riding instructor often shouted at middle-school aged me. On my horse, I was decked out in knit riding pants (with sugar cubes in the pocket), boots, a helmet, and of course, a whip. I was scolded so often with those accented words that even my family teased me about them and won’t ever forget them either. But this was an early experience I remember having with horses, and clearly, it didn’t sit well with me. I love animals, why on earth would I want to whip them?
You must whip your horse Lee Ann!
You must whip your horse Lee Ann!
You must whip your horse Lee Ann!
“You must whip your horse Lee Ann!” I will never forget those words that the horseback riding instructor often shouted at middle-school aged me. On my horse, I was decked out in knit riding pants (with sugar cubes in the pocket), boots, a helmet, and of course, a whip. I was scolded so often with those accented words that even my family teased me about them and won’t ever forget them either. But this was an early experience I remember having with horses, and clearly, it didn’t sit well with me. I love animals, why on earth would I want to whip them?