It's hard to say what possesses a middle aged woman to go out and purchase a horse. I guess I have wanted a horse my whole life. As a child, I took riding lessons in the summer at the various camps I was lucky enough to go.
So, when Betsy started talking about hippotherapy for her young son and then was given a horse by her cousin; well, it just seemed like the most normal thing in the world to go get a horse to join her on this great adventure.
My life has been one whirlwind of Buttercup since she arrived (and since Betsy's Dixie arrived). We rented a ranch (4 or 5 acres with a barn and a big old school bus that serves as our tack room), and my latest passion is everything Buttercup. I wake up in the morning and drive by her pasture to give her an apple on the way to work each morning. When I get off work, I drive by the pasture, change into my cartharts and groom and feed her and just play around. When folks ask hubby when I will be home, his stock answer is, "I know she'll be home about 15 minutes (the distance from the ranch) after dusk."
Then, I get home and read books about taking care of and training horses, watch DVDs about training and caring for horses (Clinton Anderson, Pat Parelli). And, I spend a lot of time and money shopping for all the horse equipment I need. And, when I can no longer keep my eyes open, I am dreaming sweet dreams of my horse. Yup, I got it bad.
I even had a professional photographer come out the the ranch to take pictures of the four of us (Buttercup, Betsy, Dixie and me). Here's some memorable stuff from those:
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