. . . almost every night. I got to Freshwater quite late tonight after a successful fundraiser for the rescue I volunteer with. Grabbed Red's halter, called to Lena (one of my dogs) and headed to the general pasture thinking I would have to walk the full 90 acres, looking for Red. Before I could even call for him, my Red Horse appeared at the gate. It didn't take much imagination to see that his "arms" were crossed and his toe a 'tappin. "WHERE have you been?"
He might be hungry, he might want his yummy crunchies . . . but when I hug him, scratch him, and listen to his big sigh, I like to think he was waiting just for me.