To claim willfulness and intelligence is to waste words. To offer reasons or excuses is useless, barren.
Neither will do.
To assume I am slow and steady is to misread me. That is what leads to the surprises you seem to find so discomforting. Slow is the walk when you lead me somewhere of your liking with nothing more than assumptions and commands, no matter how pleasingly uttered. Steady is nothing more than my practice in patience because we do not always communicate perfectly.
I am always waiting.
That is my nature.
What is yours?
Stubbornness is your word for an unrealized single purpose and toothy goal. My want is nothing more than to be. You may view my resistance as a weapon. I see it as a plea.
I will be your partner but never your property. Watch my movements, my glances, my quiet moments in the pasture. Be still, listen, watchful. This is how you will come to know my soul. Do this and we can be friends.
Let me breathe, seek out my own purpose, grow in wisdom and experience, be old and gracious.
Do this and we can be friends for all my years.
Respect my journey and I will take you anywhere on yours.