Letting go and trusting….

Today, I stepped out my comfort zone.  I’m normally very controlling… VERY controlling about certain things…  Oddly enough there are many things that I’m completely laid back about… I’m just odd, I guess.

For many years, every-time I was on a horse I was schooling or training… even while warming up, cooling down, and out on the trails.  It took me a long time to realize… I didn’t have to “train” for every minute and that it was sometimes just best to let go and let things happen as they may.  Relax.  Chill out… and be a passenger rather than a driver.  I’m sure my mounts were much happier when I finally backed off.

In this case it involves Levi.

Levi runs off when he gets lose.  My solution is to not let him lose.  As much as I’d like to have a nice family dog to hang out with… I don’t trust him to not run off.

I like dogs three dimensional and alive.

However, when he gets lose he is like and endless loop… run to neighor one’s yard… run to neighbor two’s yard… run to neighbor three’s yard… return… get caught and put back in pen.

I recently had a conversation with Neighbor 1 and they said it never  bothered them when Levi got lose.  The other neighbors were gone.

Today, I fashioned a temp lead out of baling twine and was going to outsmart him from getting lose.

The theory was great, but the timing didn’t quite work.  Pony went wrong way and it was either let go of dog or have him get stepped on.

I let go…

He took off…

I held my breath that the baling twine would fall lose and thankfully it did.

This time when Levi came back… I didn’t rush to contain him.

I greeted him and pettted him and went about my barn chores.

To my surprise Levi hung out with me… almost as if he was on a leash and when he started to get too far away I called his name and low and behold… HE CAME!!!

I was proud of two things… 1.  my boy for coming back and being a good dog and 2. Myself for letting go and giving him the opportunity to succeed (or fail).

Sometimes it’s hard to let go and sometimes it is the right thing to do.

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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