Opposistes attract... Glorious Galloping

Having vented...

Mrs. Mom is right: it's only right and proper that blessings get counted, too. So...

In spite of minor tackroom annoyances, I'm blessed that I can spend an hour each day with the horses. Most days they truly are my mental health break. It's not that I mind having human company when I tend to spreading hay and measuring grain. At times, I even ask for it - but sometimes? The four-legged critters provide a welcome relief from having to think of something to say. I can mutter or murmur, pat a neck or scratch behind an ear, and they appreciate or wander off - no one gets offended. If ears get laid back or heels get cocked (they'd better not be at ME!) the offending party shifts themself off, and life moves on with no hard feelings. Sometimes it would be really nice to be a horse....

I'm thankful that, although we've had our go-rounds over feeding practices this winter, J & G provide a a place for the horses where they're comfortable and have plenty of space to just be horses. I'm blessed to have a good and supportive friend in J, even though we don't always see eye to eye on everything - and that's part of what makes it a strong friendship.

And I'm doubly thankful to have an understanding spouse who enjoys driving the tractor and is willing to slog and slide through spring mud to help with worming and vaccinations. Yes, I know Amyra is "his" but in reality, only because Sunny is mine, so I'm appreciative.

I'm hopeful that even though the economy is bad, things will look up, and I'm heartened by the stories of people who continue to solider on, doing good things in their own quiet ways. Mikey and Sugarfoot, for example, and let's not forget the news that the Jockey Club is now joining other breed associations in providing free tatto identification services for TBs so that more horses hopefully avoid the packing plants. Even small steps make the world a better place.