I’m just the sort of old-fashioned cowgirl/dressage queen/dork that loves the concept of respect. Philosophically and in real life, I care more about respect than love in most situations. Love can be fickle and misguided, but respect is a sacred trust. Sadly, as a trainer and writer, I avoid using the word. The word “respect” has been kidnapped … Read more
A thing called respect.
Did he want to be invisible? As still as wood, his head holds solitude in the corner. This bay gelding does not have a lightning bolt blaze on his face or tall white stockings that pull my eye. His coat the color of honey in tea, his mane and tail a shade darker. He … Read more
I’m lucky to have a herd of horses under my care. Some people call it horse poor, but I feel rich. I’m lucky to be able to keep them as a family/herd, three of them literally related, in a large pen where they can interact freely. My herd is all ages and sexes, with a … Read more