Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Mr. HH and I have been looking for a horse.  Well, we’ve been looking for a couple horses, actually, and anyone who’s been horse shopping will know it’s a pretty stressful operation.  There’s the whole matter of meeting new people, riding new horses, discussing money, just a whole big production. 

We’ve been through big purchases before, and we’re smart enough to know that if a seller sees me (the wife) tell Mr. HH (the husband) that she wants something, the price is a whole lot less likely to go down.  In fact, bargaining as a whole is pretty much out the window.

So, we came up with a system.  Since this is anonymous, I figure it’s ok to explain the system.  I think the likelihood of us meeting a horse seller who reads this blog is pretty low, don’t you?

Anyway, we have a system.  If I rode a horse and I wanted to buy it, I was supposed to ask Mr. HH, “Do you want to ride him?”.  If I didn’t care for the horse, I would NOT ask him to ride, and we would tell the seller we would have to think about it.  Now, Mr. HH isn’t what we would call an experienced rider, so he probably wasn’t going to ride a strange horse no matter what, but the signal was in the asking.  If I gave the signal, he was supposed to begin talking price, working out a deal, or whatever.

On the way to see the last horse, we even practiced the system again in the car.  Like, I say this, what does it mean…I say it like this, what does that mean, and so on.

So we’re looking at the horse, and I’m riding him around, and he’s just awesome.  I take him for a jog out in the pasture and he’s as smooth as honey.  I really wanted this horse.  As I came back to the corral, I gave the signal, “Honey, do you want to ride him?”.  Mr. HH, however, was pretty enamored with the horse himself.  “Gosh, he sure looks nice,” he’d say. 

So I asked again, “Yeah, he is.  Do you want to ride him?”  But still, he was completely oblivious.  “Nah, you just ride him a little more, I don’t have my knee brace….”  Over and over, I tried to give the signal, but there was no spark of recognition.  “ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT TO RIDE HIM???”  Nothing.  He just kept looking all googly-eyed at the horse, completely ignoring me.

We finally got a minute alone, and I was able to make myself clear, and of course Mr. HH took care of making the arrangements, so all was well that ended well, I guess.  But on the way home, he asked me, “Why did you keep asking me to get on that horse??  You know I wasn’t going to ride today!”


“oohhh, right….” he says.  Sheesh.  Why do we have a signal in the first place?

Pictures of the new horse will be up soon, but for now we’ll just go with one of my old buddy Carmel.  My standards are high, people.  New pony, pay attention, cause this is what you have to live up to.


Mrs. HH said...

Update: Mr. HH disagrees with my recollection of the truth here, and in the interest of full disclosure, it's only fair that I post his side of the story:

He says that the FIRST time I gave the signal, he understood just fine. But the 2nd, 3rd, and 52nd time I asked him to ride, he thought that I REALLY wanted him to ride the horse. I informed him that what I was actually trying to convey was WHATEVER YOU DO WE HAD BETTER LEAVE HERE WITH THIS HORSE OR ELSE!! Apparently our 'signals' need some work.

Dad said...

I bet after some intense negotiating you both got the seller back down to the original price.
I am anxious to see him. Hope you let me ride him.
I especially liked your story about dropping the reins and he stood there while you saddled him visited or whatever. I think thats called "ground tied" See post of Molly the Mule.

Mr. HH said...

I'm continuously confused and this was no exception. I had already worked out all the details when she asked me the second time. I just thought she really wanted me to ride him because he was so smooth. I didn't get the hint that she really really wanted the horse. She's right we need to work on our signals.

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