>>>> There is a combination of reasons why Milla (she was 11 years old when she died) was my favorite horse at the time. One of them was that she totally attuned to me; she would absolutely read my mind. I'd say to her: hey Milla let's go check the mail box. So I would get on her and she go a the speed I wanted with me just thinking it. She would stop at the gate and position herself so I could open it without getting off, then on to the mail box where again she would position herself in such a way so I could take the mail out and stuff it into pocket in the back of my vest --etc. Then I could put a novice rider on her and she would simply follow me not matter which horse I was riding myself. I never had to actually DO anything, she was always doing what I was picturing her doing in my mind. Do you understand that?
Yes, I do. I'm so sorry. Karen Thomas [EMAIL PROTECTED]
