Red loves me. It’s a nice feeling for a horse to love you. Especially when you are an awkward shy person like myself. And I love Red right back, in fact I love this dern horse so much it hurts my heart.
I love everything about him. He listens to everything I say…really he does. I blab away to him about all the trivial things in my human life and he kind of gets a humble stance, not a bored humble stance, nor one that says okay when you are done telling me all this mundane junk can I have an apple biscuit?
Red was given to us by a neighbor who had received him from a friend of a friend. He wasn’t well taken care of and truthfully he was kind of a punk. He wasn’t sure what to make of all the kids and instead of accepting our love he became rebellious and like a crotchety old man. But now nearly three years later he is my lovey bear of a horse.
I kiss his velvety nose and love the sounds he makes as he munches on his morning grain. He trusts me and I trust him.
I am certain he trusts me because he willingly let me give him a haircut-which is unheard of in this house. He has bangs now. And he looks ridiculous. In fact I can’t even look at him without laughing.
If giving your horse bangs isn’t an odd job, I am not sure what is.