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.