When I lived in the Pacific Northwest, one of my best friends owned a horse and he was stabled on her huge property. Whenever I went over to visit, I would always visit her big, sweet horse. My friend was always in the barn cleaning it or putting the horse tack away in the proper areas. She even owned some equestrian tack back when her horse was much younger. She had always had a horse, so this was second nature to her. I would sometimes go with her to buy horse tack supplies and hay. A few times, I got to ride her horse, she would put the horse halters on and saddle and I would gently ride him around her ring. It was scary at first, being so high and on top of a big animal, but he was so good-natured that I quickly got used to his ride and I am sure he felt I was a novice. My friend’s horse is much older now, and has slowed down quite a bit, but he is still a beautiful animal. He always looks so proud when his horse halter and other gear are on him. I am sure he has memories when he used to run around the arena and on the trails.
