On 10/4/07, Wanda Lauscher <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Like tonight when everyone is nosing around in their feed tubs, > grubbing out the last morsel. Gusti rushes up behind me before I > reach the gate to leave for the evening....when I stopped and turned > to find out what he wanted...all he did was lay his forehead against > my chest. You can't buy that...
Ahh--that warms my heart. I hope I'll have a relationship like that once I have my horses with me at home. V
