I’ve loved horses for as far back as I can remember. I remember having a plush horse that I kept with me as much as possible when I was around 3 or 4 years old. I remember drawing horses in 2nd grade. So horses have been in my blood from the beginning.
My beautiful, solid black girl. She was so sweet. Never needed anything more than a bosal to ride. No bit, ever. I probably could’ve ridden her with just a halter. She got that scar on her nose by her own doing, not by some cruel contraption on her face. It really bothers me to see harsh equipment on a horse.
I got my first horse when I was 10. It was a fairy tale come true. After I got out of high school, I worked on horse farms for about the next 15 years. I’ve had horses most of my life, up until about 5 or 6 years ago.
These horses were staying out of the rain in this house. There were about 7 or 8 of them in there. I thought it was hilarious.
I wrote a post about movie horses a while back. Here’s the link, if you’re interested. https://sprawly.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/movie-horses/