Last Friday I promised to share whether I rode a horse last week, or this week, and the answer is…
No. I didn’t.
Last week, after my Barn Betty shift, I groomed a lovely Arab mare, Princess; this week a winter storm kept me off the road until evening, and by then the horses were being put to bed for the night, and I simply wanted to plow through my work and get home to where it was warm. But back to Princess…
A grand-old lady of twenty-nine-years, she was the perfect horse to tolerate my reintroduction to the grooming and care of horses not only for her well-trained submission (and dare I say pleasure?) to my attentions, but for her breed.
A half-Arab was my first horse, as well as the last horse I owned. Arabians are a beautiful, and spirited breed. But don’t take my word for it. Just watch…
Deborah
To have the sense of one’s intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything.
~Joan Didion
