I've been pining for my horses. You see, back in late November my horse-trainer decided to move down state. It was a difficult problem for me: I wanted to keep the horses close but I didn't have the resources or the time to deal with them. Mom was getting sicker and I had zero spare time to manage or clean up after horses. I made the decision to let them move with the trainer, until I could make some rational decision in the future.
Death and dying are outstanding refiners of attitude. Through Mom's illness I missed being with my horses....missed being outside, missed touching their muzzles, missed the stress relief riding a great horse can be for me.
The wiener dog instinctively knew I had a horse-shaped hole in my heart. She gamely tried to humor me. She patiently endured my enthusiastic demonstration of how to make a cool cowboy string halter.
 |
| Isn't she having fun? |
Don't ask her about the day I hand-galloped her around the circle driveway.
Lucky for the wiener...the horses is coming! the horses is coming!! I've been planning. Death has made me realize how much I truly and deeply enjoy my equines. I don't want them out of my life.....yet. (sorry, Texan...he thinks horses are expensive!) They will be returning around the middle of this month.
 |
| happy times at a horse show in Albuquerque, NM |
I'm giddy. Can't wait to brush and lead and ride and get horse kisses and be outside with friends.
Roxy-Doxy is glad, too. She wasn't looking forward to feeling these in her sides.
Rope halter love to all.
