My Dream Horse Skeeter

His ears perked up when he heard the jangle of hisand I asked Sharon, our group leader, if I could gallop
halter coming towards his newly painted barn. Hearound the arena on my horse Skeeter holding the
whirled around and trotted to the gate giving a softflag. A simple answer of "yes" caused goosebumps
low nicker. He nuzzled up against me, his soft pointedon my arm. Here was my big moment! I had always
whiskers tickled my arm as he continued down to mysat on the sidelines at the beginning of a rodeo and
hand to make sure I had a juicy carrot waiting for him.watched a pretty cowgirl on a fast horse carrying our
After consuming his delicious orange treat he loweredproud flag at a dead run. Now in just a few seconds a
his small quarter horse head trying to stand still withdream that I had since I was a little girl was about to
excitement as if he knew the faster I put his halter on,come true!
the sooner he would be going somewhere fun.I took a tight hold of my leather reins, pushing the
His registered Paint name was "Tonto's Golden C Bar",flagpole down snugly and leaned forward in my saddle.
but I just called him "Skeeter" for short. We headed forSkeeter sensed the excitement, he could probably feel
the horse trailer at a brisk walk. His spirited prancemy heart pumping fast. As I started around the arena
under the brightness of the late afternoon sun showedthe echoing voices of my city friends advice entered
off his shiny brown and white muscular body. As weinto my mind, "Your too old to ride, if you get hurt your
got closer to the horse trailer I continued to explain tobones will never mend!"
him we had an important task ahead of us. AgainstMy fear quickly left as the summer night air felt cool on
my better judgment I had volunteered to carry themy face as Skeeter started around the circular arena.
American Flag for the Wranglers Color Guard onI asked him for a slow start, but Skeeter had two
horseback for the start of the rodeo and the parade inspeeds, walk and run. His powerful determination had
my hometown. One of the young persons who usuallyus in a dead run in a matter of seconds. I could hear
rode could not ride. Without a fourth rider the Colorhis strong hooves throwing up large chunks of moist
Guard would have to be cancelled.dirt hitting the side of the metal arena. The wind had
I arrived early to the rodeo arena for practice where alifted my soft curls from the back of my cowgirl hat
small leather pouch was strapped to the side of theand I could feel my hair blowing behind me in the
stirrup on my saddle. The idea was to put the flagpoledesert summer air. Our proud flag loudly whipped its
in the pouch and hopefully hold up my flag. It wascolors under the bright arena lights as we rounded
suggested I practice holding the huge flag in the softeach corner of the big arena with a perfect turn not
sand first. Did they know something I didn't?losing a beat. I suddenly felt a strong urge to scream
The flag was brought out in a wrapped position. Asout something into the night air. As we continued at a
the colorful flag began to unravel, my horse "Skeeter"rough gallop I shouted out in a loud and emotional tone,
jumped sideways a few yards. I took a tighter hold of"LOOK AT ME NOW, MA!"
my leather reins and regained my seat in the saddle,Words cannot explain or come close to describe the
forcefully whirling him around to face our task. I couldsensation of those few moments. I was experiencing
feel the strength in his thousand pound body as hesomething I had never thought possible. Why had I
began to tremble and point his ears forward tonever asked to do this before? There wasn't a crowd,
seriously examine what he thought was theI wasn't on TV and no one probably even noticed, but
"Boogie-Man". His powerful frame forced us into the airfor me I could imagine the grandstands with a large
and with one quick jump had us headed in the directionroaring crowd and could feel the goosebumps on my
of home. A few more sideways leaps, a lot of backingchilled arms as our proud flag whipped in the wind as
up and enough snorting to clean out his nostrils, heSkeeter continued his hard gallop several times around
finally listened to my concerned voice, "Easy Skeeter,the empty arena.
Easy!" Hearing his riders trusted voice he started toThat was one of the last times Skeeter and I shared
settle down and soon figured out the stick object thatan incredible experience together. Like most people
had something attached to it wasn't going to hurt him.we never take the time to do things we love or dream
Within the hour the long pole holding the flag sat in aabout because our busy lifestyles get in the way of
correct position pointing straight up towards thedoing things that truly make us happy.
darkening sky. We were on our way. After learningOn June 15, 2005 Skeeter lost his painful battle and his
the different commands, Skeeter and I were turninglife due to a large intestinal stone. In 18 years he never
and walking in an almost straight row beside the othershowed signs of wanting to give up or never
three riders holding their large flags.complained when I asked him for more. His strong
You always see this stuff on TV but ya never give itheart to always give me everything he had and our
much thought as to how much time and practicepartnership as one will always be remembered.
people donate to prepare for an event like this. AfterMy only regret... not letting the wind blow in my hair
our practice was over, a sudden urge came over memore often.