Packer the Horse (photo by me)Up until just a couple of weeks ago, that was pretty much my thinking...that a horse is a horse. Then I met Packer.
See, I've never been a horse kind of guy. Sure, I had spent some time doing farm work growing up, but all my exposure to farm animals (other than the ones in my family) had been a herd or two of cattle, a few goats and a chicken here and there. For some reason I had never been exposed to horses. So I guess that's the main reason that as I grew older, I looked at a one horse and, with the exception of maybe a different shade of coat, pretty much assumed it was just like any other horse. Any interest I had in a horse was simply watching them from a distance. We're talking about a big friggin' animal with big teeth and big hooves. Anytime I happened to be anywhere that did not provide a fence between me and these monsters, I was pee on myself nervous.
So a few weeks ago when I was over at my friend Charlotte's house, I decided to wander over by the fence a take a look see at her horses (I had just finished reading "Seabiscuit" a month or so ago, so I thought I might whisper to the horses a little).
That's when Packer, who I found out later was a "mut", came over to check me out. Charlotte was close by or I probably would have ran the other direction screaming. She told me to pet me on his nose so I did. Then he nudged me so I petted (is that even a word?) his nose again.
Well, long story short, I ended up feeding him some grass and scratching his neck. The second time I visited him I fed him some apples and he thanked me with some horse kisses. Slowly but surely I'm becoming a horse kind of guy.
Photo by Charlotte L.
So, yes, a horse is a horse, but he can also be a pretty good buddy.
Speaking of buddies.....
Here is a shot of my two best buddies I took at Thanksgiving:
Elijah and Logan (note Logan's wound above his eyebrow. Second time the little guy has had to have his forehead glued back together this year)
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