The Arab mare, Lucy, that is. With her pretty little head, gorgeous movement and quick ears flicking back and forth at every sound. I love how she looks for me and whinnies in my direction when she sees me at work and I am too busy to come play, or brush or offer treats. She loves gingersnaps and cookies. Apparently though, she’s not real keen on dog treats. Whodathunkit?
She’s been a bit of a crip lately. BUT! We are seeing some improvement. The other day we actually got to go on trails and to canter, albeit carefully, around the lower, newer arena.
Ah, when that little mare gets her leads right, collects and settles into a lovely canter, I am in heaven. We even jumped a few things. Little things. We are careful.
We stood in the weak, spring sunlight and I brushed the equivalent of 16 medium sized dogs worth of hair off her back end. I swear I was almost to my knees in horse hair. And she stood with her head hanging low, her back leg cocked and eyes at half mast. Ahh, shedding in the spring. There is actually a horse under all this dirt and hair! And she’s kinda cute!
But the best part of it all?
When I was done and she’d had her quota of carrots (which means 3 more than I should have given and 14 less than she would like) instead of returning to her 2 flakes of hay, she stuck her head through the fence and nickered at me as I drove away.
I love Lucy. She’s my girl.