He was the embodiment of The Soul of a Horse. He was The Soul of a Horse.
Never once did I fill my pocket with treats that it wasn’t with him in mind, never wanting to be caught without something that he liked when he walked up and offered me something that I liked.
He was the first one down for every feed, usually waiting for me at the back of the barn breezeway.
I could call him from anywhere and wherever he was he’d come.
He would walk with me from anywhere to anywhere at liberty.
In the evenings he would use the stubble on my chin to scratch his upper lip. I do love that. Read More→