What makes horses worth it? :)

For me, my little girl allows me to be me and whatever my mood, she relaxes and soothes me. I go up from work every lunch time. A prime example was today, had a horrid morning at work (one of those - cant I wake up all over again?! - times) and I got to the yard, mixed her feed etc and wandered up in the sun, with just the birds about singing. She saw me and gave that lovely deep 'rumbly' noise,...whatever it is called...to great me. Gave her feed,...gave her a brush down and a few sneaky cuddles,....wandered about the feild poo picking. Just being in her company (and the other horses surrounding her) in the peace gives me the only chance I get to be calm.

At weekends when I can get 'mucky' as not at work, I LOVE that!! I love being able to bum about in a baggy hoody, wellies and johds and no-one cares or gives a second glace,...even when covered in straw and mud! It's being able to not care about your looks, what people think,...and just relax and be you. Yes, she costs, but I'd rather spend money on her than buy clothes etc for myself, gives me more pleasure.
 
Just reading these puts a massive smile on my face remembering the memories of my last horse :) horses make THE best noises when they hear you coming! I remember how relaxing it is just to be with them after a tough day! I really notice how stressed & depressed I have become in the few years I have been horseless! :( I never remember being like this when I had the pone! getting a new one can't come soon enough!
 
When I walk into the barn and two beautiful eager faces look at me and start talking to me.

When I scratch them and they start to show their appreciation by grooming me back, making me giggle like a baby :D

When I crouch down in front of them in their stable and they snuffle my hair and face.

When I've had a really ****** day and I'm ready to scream and within five minutes of being with them everything is forgotten and I'm completely chilled.

When just looking at their beauty makes me smile with pride and joy.

When I go home at night knowing that my babies are warm, safe and contentedly munching on their haylage.
 
All the fun. A greeting whinny, affection, watching them gallop down to see me, the relationship, being able to calm a horse with a touch and a few quite words, knowing they are trying their best for me, seeing the pleasure in their eyes from a few rewarding words, the feeling or riding, galloping, jumping, the bond, but every now and then when I am soaking wet and freezing cold trudging about in muddy boots paying vet bills I can't afford, loosing sleep, and dealing with the bitchiness that seams to go with lots of women together I think I must be nuts. That is only ever a passing thought though, then I remember how much I love them.
 
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