I know. I wrote it. 🙂

Eric

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Rob

J.D.

My story involves the four. Christmas eve – 2002. It was snowing here – the kind of snow you dream about on Christmas eve and day as a child. Not a biting cold, no wind. Just snow – and lots of it. My bride and I had just gottne home from the eve’s revelry, and she, the horse lover, being pregnant at the time, pretty much collapsed from fatigue. I bundles up, gathered a bag of carrots, and strolled into the middle of out pasture. Deathly quiet. The four beasts gathered around – each taking a side. They knew what was up. Normally, when carrots arrive – they pushed and shoved each other to a point I’d become fearful. Not that night. Each patiently waited his/her turn. Each got their fill.

They know I’m not the horse person in the house. But when the bride’s away – and one of them gets tangled in their blanket – it always amazes me how quietly they stand while I try and figure out how to get the darn thing off. They could spook and run at my clumsiness, but no, they know I’m trying to help and just stand there patiently waiting. It amazes me every time.

One more – then I’m done. We have a photograph of my son, when he was just starting to walk, pulling – and I mean pulling – on the pld mare’s ear as she tried to nibble the grass under the fence. She just stood there and let him do it. No pulling away, no snorting, no whinnying, nothing. Like she was a mom knowing he was a child……

Something tells me I haven’t conveyed it right – or maybe I have.

Anyway, in the end, they’re my friends.