Sunday, March 16, 2008
Love On Four Legs
As everyone can see, I love both my horses. I confess though that Silk is my very best friend. She knows she’s the Number One Horse. I try not to be preferential, but sometimes I can’t help it. When Siete isn’t looking, I sneak her mama an extra carrot. I hang out more in Silk’s stall. If something goes wrong, I run to Silk for comfort.
She’s so good. She always waits patiently, ground tied with the lead rope hanging from her halter, while I put Siete in her stall first when it’s time to eat. She murmurs and nickers as soon as she sees me every morning. I really believe Silk understands every word I say. When I fed her breakfast at 6:30 am, I noticed that her water bucket was still full. I told her that with this crazy weather, she needed to drink her water. It’s very important. When I came back two hours later, the bucket was empty.
There’s something so reassuring about seeing her beautiful face with the big white blaze when I pull into the driveway or step out the back door to head towards the barn. She’s a joy to ride. As a mother, she is my role model. Silk gave me a wonderful gift of her sweet, smart daughter and every day, I watch her help me train Siete to be a good girl. Now that I’m trying to exercise Siete more, Silk has started herding her around the pasture, making perfect circles like they are in some invisible round pen. I thank her for being Siete’s personal trainer.
Siete loves to cuddle. The more attention she gets, the happier she is. When we have visitors, she’s always ready to hang out at the fence and snuggle. Silk usually gives a quick sniff and then hides in her stall. She’s my horse, and she makes no bones about it. I can see it in her eyes. I can feel it when I drape my arms around her neck or lie down on her back. For as long as I can remember, I wanted my own horse, and Silk is everything in a horse that I’ve ever wanted.