The Pony Adventures

Since I was very small, I have wanted a horse.

I caught the bug when I was about two or three years old. I somehow escaped my mother’s watchful eye while we were visiting one of her friends, and I promptly ran across the road to the horse pasture. They had two white mares and my mother walked out just in time to see one of them step on my foot. She probably had a minor heart attack, but she needn’t have worried. The mare that stepped on my must have known something about children, as she did not put any weight on me, just looked down her long white nose to see what this strange little person was doing.

After that moment, it was all over for me.

After working at couple of rental places, taking lessons at a multitude of barns, and getting certified as an Equine Massage Therapist - now at last I have my own horse.

I did the right thing and leased him for over a year - to make sure that we were a good fit. April ‘07 I got the deal of a lifetime and was able to buy my first horse. Griffin - mr. perfectly ordinary. He is exactly 15 hands high, 1000lbs, and classic bay color. No one knows what breed he is and I like it that way - he might be a quarter horse, maybe arab, he could even be a saddlebred for all we know. The thing is, he is simply judged for his character, which is beyond gentlemanly.

 For such large animals, they are exsquisitely aware of the world around them. He know’s where I am at all times and is very cognizant of my limitations. Its happened at least two times that I have started to come off and he has caught me. People who say that animals are incapable of emotion have never felt the love and devotion a horse can give. He is my sanity in this crazy stressful world and helps me to remember that it is ok to just be still sometimes.