It’s Valentine’s Day month. Let me count the ways I love my life:
- My Mom gives me carrots and pats me a lot saying Good boy Handsome over and over. My heart swells.
- She likes to give me an extra flake of hay when she puts me to bed, just to make sure my tummy is happy.
- My Mom LIKES to put me to bed. One time she had a stupid appointment and so she hastily sponged me off, stuffed a carrot in my mouth, and gave her friend Dana a checklist of tasks (boy, that ‘s the last time Dana will offer). The list included my various ointments, hoof remedies, flysprays. The point is that My Mom was pissy all night because she wasn’t able to do it herself.
- My life includes grass turnout whenever possible.
- I have friends to talk to across the paddock fences; we hold court in the corner where the paddocks meet.
- My Mom works me often but not hard… enough to keep me learning. She likes to change the course often.
- Our trail walks at the end of our rides with the girth loosened is when my Mom really feels thankful I am around.
- I tell my Mom when I’m hurting and she listens, even if she doesn’t understand where exactly the pain is.
- She tells me a Fourth place ribbon is better than blue because it matches my coat, and what green horse wouldn’t want a green ribbon? My Mom swells as we walk out of the arena… it doesn’t take much to get a 50+ person to swell (in more ways than one).
- My Mom truly loves spending time with me, and if I am hurt, the number of visits I get does not decrease, it only means she goes into Nurse Mode, cancelling all business trips, certain I cannot mend without her loving TLC. I can, but don’t tell her that.