It never fails to suprise me how understanding and stress releiving a horse can. So yesterday was saturday, my one and only riding day a week, and it just is amazing how crule some(most) of the riders at "the Ranch" are, not to their horses but to each-other. No matter how dificult the life of a rider can be i always find comfort in the fact that 'my' horse will always be there.
OOooh, i guess around 9:00a.m yesterday i was just about fed-up with all the drama (i get it from school, and home, and i don't need it here too!)i decided to take a chill pill and go into 'my' horses stall to talk. Biscuit is sooo understanding...i can cry, laugh, vent/what ever i need to do at the time and she'll juststand there looking at me, listning(not judging). After my long 'conversation' with biscuit i exited the the stall and found a fellow rider standing in the tackroom, when she asked what i was doin' i simply said..."i ws talking with my horse." -wOw now i know i'm going crazy! talking to a horse, or am i?

PLEASE: write to me telling me if you ever do the same thing.(I'm interested)