I’m off work for the next three days. And, here I sit at the computer blogging a few thoughts down. I need the down time. I’ve been moving rapidly for days. Surprisingly enough, my physical condition is in-line with my mental ability. It’s been long over-due. What makes the day even better? The sun is shining, the air is cool and crisp, I’m sitting here holding a cup of hot java and flipping through recent photos of the horses. I found a couple that tickled my insides. I changed their look a bit with a few edits. I think it makes them more pleasing to the eye. This fellow has been an important part of my mental healing process over the past 6 years. My grand-daughter calls him, Handsome. My husband and I? We call him a nuisance. He’s into everything. Always in your face. You have to grab a stick to run him off most of the time. To be fair to him. His pesky behavior is our fault. He’s always looking for that pocket full of goodies.
Handsome knows we never come to the barn empty-handed. Never-the-less, it makes his presence especially annoying at times. No fence is safe around him. He leans on everything. There is not one place on the fence-line he has not pushed on or caused to sag. He even manages to short the electric wire fence out. Which in fact, drives my husband, bat-shit crazy. Every bucket on the place has been turned over. All the obstacles have been moved about. We even have to keep the water trough’s on pallets. If they were on the ground, he’d stick his front feet in them and turn them over. He loves to roll in the mud. The gates are a mess, too. He stands on the bottom rung. Not one of them are straight. His clownish behavior and his need to be noticed, always makes me laugh. I wish everyone could have the opportunity to observe his gregarious personality.
In spite of all his mischievous behavior. Handsome is worth his weight in gold. He’s as honest as a long summer day. A trust worthy riding companion. Just point his nose and go! One of the best kid horses anyone could ask for. Not just any kid, but his very own kid. My lovely, grand-daughter. We’ve allowed other kids to ride him. He just didn’t appreciate our gesture. My grand-daughter and Handsome have ridden many miles together with-out complications. On the down-side. Handsome is 21 years old. Still looking good, but he’s starting to age in appearance. Thankfully, we’re not having to give him any maintenance supplements, yet. Hopefully, we will be able to cherish his dashing good looks and quirky personality, for years to come.