I, too, met my husband through horses - I was between horses, living in an apartment, and went to a local gymkhana with a friend. There was this nutty guy there, running barrels on a mustang that had come from out west and that he had trained. He always had a funny comment to make when the horse would do the opposite of what he asked her to. The rest, as they say, is history.
Our last "horse" was a pony that Hal had bought for his youngest son when they were both five. She was euthanized at the age of thirty, having spent the intervening years as THE BOSS of everything on the farm. No dog spent much time scarfing up horse apples without her running them off. Pauline Merrick Rustic Farm Brimfield, MA USA 2 berners, no hosses
