I just > turned it over to my horse and he brought me home in one piece.
It's a neat story about the horse I rode that day. His name was Bowling Green and he was owned by a gentleman that started a textile company that made a huge percentage of the denim sold in the US along with other textiles - it was a huge comapny. He had a farm that when he bought it was mostly in the country on the edge of town but the town grew up around it. When his company became so big he needed international headquarters he built this big and very modern (at the time) building on the land but he left the barn and some pasture because he never wanted to make Bowling Green move . When the company was sold one of the clauses was that as long as Bowling Green lived they couldn't tear down the barn or build anything on his pasture and he was to get daily care. It was always funny to see this big modern building with a barn and horse tucked behind it. Many people never knew it was there, though. Unfortunatly, when they made all these arrangements they forgot to stipulate that BG needed a companion and he spent his last years alone. I often took him treats and spent some time with him when I could because his owner died but I understood how he felt that BG had taken care of him so many times on the hunt course. He was a grand old horse. -- Laree in NC Doppa & Mura Simon, Sadie and Sam (the "S" gang) "Yet when all the books have been read and reread, it boils down to the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them." - William Farley
