Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: southern Arizona
My horses seem to like me well enough, but they just aren't all that in to me. If I sold them to a good owner, they wouldn't spend time missing me. If I sold them to someone with green pastures, they'd dump me like a poor, fat boyfriend.
I trust my horse to be a horse. They have good intentions, but they are horses. Sometimes a horse needs a butt-kicking. A horse that chooses to use its strength to attack me would soon be dog food.
My 3 horses share a corral. They don't mind being 'locked up' away from me.
I expect to own my horses until they die. I try to be fair to them. They do seem to understand that I try to take care of them. For a horse, that is about as good as life gets.
But they are not humans, and they don't think in terms of human friendship. They don't view a corral as confinement, but safety. They are horses. They have come to trust me, but the horse I sold in Dec 2010 seems to be very happy with her new home as well.
"There goes Earl!"