Horse Love

Yes, it's true. I've been addicted to horses since the age of 2. Where our backyard ended, a stable began.

Do you know how good horses smell? Their breath is the sweetest thing in the world.

This time of year, my horses take naps in the sun. It is too cute - these big huge animals lying down in the dirt, all happy and drugged by the warm sun after the cool nighttime.

Belle, our mustang is in the front of the picture. If you look towards the back of the arena, you'll see Dozer, our quarterhorse. :)

Mister Grumbles

Dozer is our quarterhorse. He talks to me. Back before he lived on our property - and I used to board him at a stable - he would recognize my car and whinny to me almost as soon as I pulled up.

Smart, yes?

His stall is a little distance away from the house - not too far. He can see everything that goes on. If I take the dogs outside, he starts to talk to me. He grumbles. It's a wonderful horse-talk deep in his throat.

So, I've renamed him.

Mister Grumbles.

Of course, he's asking to be fed. So, most often, I comply with his wishes.

I love that horse.