No one really wants to hear what’s on his mind.
I think we can all remember that saint of a horse who first sucked us into the horse world. Similarly, I think we can all also look fondly on the one who was a real snarkfest and taught us perhaps even more than we’d cared to know about how lucky we were that the aforementioned saintly horses exist.
I personally adored the cheeky beasts, though I can’t say that I am disappointed they couldn’t tell me how much *I* was disappointing them.
On a side note, we’re also REALLY lucky horses don’t have hands.
Morgane Schmidt Gabriel is a 34-year-old teacher/artist/dressage trainer/show announcer/ who still hasn’t quite decided what she wants to be when she grows up. A native Floridian, she now lives in Reno, NV, where she’s been able to confirm her suspicion that snow is utterly worthless. Though she has run the gamut of equestrian disciplines, her favorite is dressage. She was recently able to complete her USDF bronze and silver medals and is currently working on her gold. Generally speaking her life is largely ruled by Woody, a 14.2 hand beastly quarter horse, Willie, a now beastly 7-year-old Dutch gelding, and Stormy, her friend’s nearly all white paint gelding with a penchant for finding every mud hole and pee spot in existence. Visit her website at www.theideaoforder.com.