I carried that dream all through my childhood, through adolescence and into adulthood. I volunteered at various stables just to be near horses, to touch and smell them, revel in that equine presence. Until I turned 40, that's when I decided "its now or never", and purchased my first horse! Equine number one was a huge, black retired dressage horse I named Gulliver. Gulliver had done it all, he was tired, but seemed sound and safe. Unfortunately he went lame (crippled) within six months due to the years of wear and tear on his tendons…so old Gulliver was given to a boys camp where I hope he is happily spending his retirement getting lots of love and hugs.
For a few weeks I thought my lifelong dream had ended with Gulliver’s departure, but then came Little Bit. An old cowboy friend of mine had "just the horse" for me. He was a bit on the ugly side my friend told me, a little fat, but a kind and sweet horse. When I met Little Bit he had no mane or tail! I mean, there were a few stray hairs, but that was about it. The poor lad had a bad allergy problem and had rubbed out all of his fur from nose to tail. He was in fact a bit unattractive, but his price was great and I brought him home.
Ten years and a few states later, my sweet Little Bit is still with me! I was able to cure his allergy and he now has a beautiful, long, wavy mane and tail. We have come so far together Little Bit and I, learning slowly how to ride and care for my dream horse, trailoring him across the country when I moved from Texas, and figuring out how to budget the cost of owning a horse through some very tight times.
Today there is not one moment of time spent with my horse that I don’t relish like the very finest wine. I drink in every heavenly smell, every warm hug, every moment that he knickers a welcome. We have galloped down country roads together, across snow cover fields with the Winter sun glistening off the ice, and spent many hours just being together in the barn. I have a long ways to go to become an accomplished equestrian, my skills come slowly without formal training, but having waited 35 years for this dream equine, I can wait a lifetime for that time when Little Bit and I are a perfectly synchronized team communicating on a higher level as we canter down life’s road together.
More images of my beloved horse:
|My sweet horse "Little Bit" waiting for a mountain trail ride.|
|Above, my riding buddy and I out on the trail, (Little Bit was trying HARD to steal some corn!)|
|My horse and I (above)
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