I’m writing this today with a smile on my face.  You see, I’m not sure if I’m writing about myself or my horse…

A few weeks ago, I decided it was time to move Gwen into the barn at night.  She’s 28.  It’s not that she can’t be outside, she can.  But I really don’t have the perfect pasture mate for her, and she doesn’t like to be alone at night during bad weather.   And truthfully, I don’t like to have her outside during bad weather (even though we have plenty of trees and shelter).  So, I brought her in.

She was happy.  I was happy.


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