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Arabs are the royals of the horse kingdom, I've always wanted one.
Horses get in our blood, you know? We don't have to ride them to get our fix. Whenever I was horseless I would dream of them, their smell, the feel of their velvet soft muzzles and prickly whiskers, the low nickering when they greet you, even their belly sounds.:)
I stood and watched our guys in the pasture yesterday, running like the wind, kicking up their heels for the pure joy of it, heads up, nostrils flaring, it literally took my breath away.
Stella is a very sweet mare and to her credit she never runs away after spooking, if I'm on the ground she nuzzles me like she would a foal, "C'mon! Get up! What's the matter with you?" I'm not ready to give up on her yet and bf - fearing for my safety (he would cover me in bubble wrap and have me wear football protective gear under my clothes if he could) is willing to send her to a local trainer for a month if she doesn't improve.
Thank you for all of your help and for sharing.
Happy Holidays to you and yours.
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