I fell off of him once, when he was three.

I was the first one on his back, elected because I was the smallest and he was a peanut.

He ran away with me more than once.

I took him to two horse shows. The first one was a disaster. The second- we held our own.

If you gave him an opportunity to be naughty, he took it.

Cantering was his favorite. And jumping. He liked that too.

He taught me how to ride.

He reminded my mom how much she liked to ride.

He also broke my leg.

His name was..well it depended on the day. His registered name was Sweat Equity, but we called him Bob. I called him Bear. And he was really a big softie on the inside.

He was not the first, nor the last horse I rode, but one in a long line of mounts. But he will always be my favorite, and I miss him all the time.

Never doubt the impact that animals have on our lives. They are not just animals.

He’s the handsome horse in my Wordless Wednesday post.



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