Undoubtably the best part of my morning is getting to the sweet and stinky barn, my veins full of rocket fuel a.ka. coffee, only three quarters awake ,I lazily enter the barn and from the dark boxy caverns three sleepy horse faces emerge. Good morning nickers by all, followed by eager kicks at the stall door saying “lets go ma! we have been waiting to go out! where have you been? Geez…..”
“I got my eyes on that nice patch of grass there.”says Mr. Chip. I spray on some fly repellent, strap on three fly masks and secure the halters. Slapdash. Giddyup. Off we go. It’s like kids in a candy store dealing with these guys, only it’s grass. “C’mon, what’s taking sooooo long?” says the brown horse with the reddish long and tangled mane. “Imma hungry!Pfffttttt.”
I let everyone have a nibble of the dewy blades as we make our way to the pasture gate. Sherona, my purple pants rider bff, calls it the ten mile diet. Walk and eat, but keep walking. Ever try to pull 2000 lbs of horse away from a pile of their candy? You need some serious pipes boy, but I don’t care, I’d rather be here than riding the vacuum cleaner.
I so love looking after them. It is my happy place. They are like my babies that never grew up except no diapers or temper tantrums. They need you and depend on you and love you. They give so much of what you need, whatever that is, whenever you need it . I have met some cowboys who say horses are not capable of feeling love. PFFFFTTTT! or in people terms. F* that noise. I’d do anything for my boy and he being the noble and handsome man he is would do the same for me.