Molasses
Well-Known Member
How lucky we are to share our lives with such extraordinary creatures
Seeing the heads pop up from the grass as the sun rises over the frost (and mud) the little calls of appreciation for the armloads of hay i'm carrying. The mugging for treats. The always walking up the ramp with no clue where they'll be going. The yes i can feeling when approaching a jump. The clip clop noise on the road. The cheeky pulling things down or tipping things up when they know you're looking. The first trust in you. The bright eyes when you open the ramp at a comp and they want to drink in the new sights. The silly spooks that make you laugh.
The goofy antics of twist buck fart and not a care in the world. That one precious moment when a new rug is clean and they look like a rug ad from a magazine.
The diving into a bucket with enthusiasm. The flicking of tails and that summer smell of a slightly sweaty salty coat. The feeling when they know you're just about to let them launch into a gallop, all that bunched up joy. The floppy lips when snoozing. The flick of an ear. The horror at something ridiculous like an umbrella. The joy when they meet a friend. The sound of a soft canter on turf, the sound of happy munching. The smell of warm supple tack. Having sticky feed on your fingers. The look of a bouncy bed of straw when you've finished mucking out. Getting nuzzled. That moment before you dismount and they turn and lip at your feet. That moment when you mount and their already marching off underneath you. A floaty trot, a jiggy walk, a drop of a back into a teary eyed gallop.....i could go on and on and on
Seeing the heads pop up from the grass as the sun rises over the frost (and mud) the little calls of appreciation for the armloads of hay i'm carrying. The mugging for treats. The always walking up the ramp with no clue where they'll be going. The yes i can feeling when approaching a jump. The clip clop noise on the road. The cheeky pulling things down or tipping things up when they know you're looking. The first trust in you. The bright eyes when you open the ramp at a comp and they want to drink in the new sights. The silly spooks that make you laugh.
The goofy antics of twist buck fart and not a care in the world. That one precious moment when a new rug is clean and they look like a rug ad from a magazine.
The diving into a bucket with enthusiasm. The flicking of tails and that summer smell of a slightly sweaty salty coat. The feeling when they know you're just about to let them launch into a gallop, all that bunched up joy. The floppy lips when snoozing. The flick of an ear. The horror at something ridiculous like an umbrella. The joy when they meet a friend. The sound of a soft canter on turf, the sound of happy munching. The smell of warm supple tack. Having sticky feed on your fingers. The look of a bouncy bed of straw when you've finished mucking out. Getting nuzzled. That moment before you dismount and they turn and lip at your feet. That moment when you mount and their already marching off underneath you. A floaty trot, a jiggy walk, a drop of a back into a teary eyed gallop.....i could go on and on and on