It was my job to hold a rope that was strung over the rafter and connected to the dental halter on the patient / horse. Missy had to have a tooth pulled. At the momet of truth she rears and backs.
Now I am of the "letting go" school but for some reason I didn't and was hoisted to the rafter like a rag doll.
I must have liked it because I did it twice.
And it was kinda fun.
I wasn't hurt, Missy said she was.
I dream that night of dancing with a horse. A wieghtless, colorful , clear vision.
Dancing Dream is available here.