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.
"People can teach us the rules, but only horses can teach us the art of riding."