One day belated, my Red Horse turned 17 on April 27th.
Tonight one of my barnmates, a lifelong horsewoman with a keen eye and exacting expectations, gave Red quite a complement. She said, "he's sure turned into a good horse." My friend and I both know he didn't just "turn"over night. Red and I have traveled many trails together since our first night when he planted a horseshoe sized bruise on my right cheek (the one I sit on). Back then he was a 20 foot tall wild boy. I actually (hate the very idea now) used a stud chain on him. These days I have a partnership I treasure with a horse I adore. Red is absolutely himself and "submits" not one little bit. Rather, he gives me his best try in all I ask him. I work hard at maintaining a respectful relationship. He watches me closely, keeps me alert, serves as my equine instructor in my practice of mindfulness. Red Tee Bar, you are my very, very good boy.