You know, I've never really been able to articulate WHY I love horses. Every attempt sounds lame and so inadequate. I wish I could explain it to people so they could understand. Horses are just a part of who I am.
Now, I love my Siggy because he is tolerant and forgiving of both my age and my fear of meeting the ground at my age! It's not as soft as it once was - anyone over 40 will tell you that it's true!
I love him for his sunny, happy dispostion. He meets each day with ears up and a whinny...even if he's already been fed!
I love him for cool days and warm bareback rides.
I love how he loves his blanket! He even turns to watch me buckle him up and doesn't move until all is fastened.
I love him for taking a nap over my shoulder while I read a book in my chair under a tree. He was great company and only woke up when I closed my book.
I love him for being willing to teach my beginner riding students - and for being wlling to do the same thing over and over again. Bless him for this!
I love him for the times he comes up behind me and just puts his nose in the small of my back. Why does he do this?? He seems to be just saying, "Hey! Just letting you know I'm right here." As if I could miss his 1,000 pound self!
I love him for representing my return to horse ownership. I missed it so much - my heart ached for a horse more than I realized. He filled a bottomless void.
I love the arch to his neck when his head is set. I loved this from the first day I saw him! He looks like a great big seahorse.
I could go on and on...thanks for the outlet!