The Girls: Sally

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Hello, there! Nice to meet you!

Hello, there! Nice to meet you!

Growing up, I always wanted a horse. This was an unrealistic dream, since we had no place to keep one. Mr. B on the other hand, always had horses growing up. He was a 4H kid, participating in horse shows and spending a significant chunk of his childhood in the barn with his many 4-legged friends. By the time we met, this hobby was in the past, unlikely to ever be revisited by Mr. B, who had come to appreciate more motorized┬ápastimes. I had grown up and realized how much work they required, and the dream faded a bit. We decided we wouldn’t be getting horses; it just wasn’t for us. But then we slowly changed our minds. We had a few “what-if” discussions about getting horses, but nothing serious. It wasn’t until last fall that we started really considering getting a couple of horses. With boating season behind us, we were looking for another activity to do together. Mr. B and I truly do enjoy each other’s company, so once we could no longer hit the river together, we wanted something else to do that would allow us to spend quality time together.

Once it was decided that we’d like to get horses, Mr. B began searching for our perfect matches. Because of my lack of experience, he wanted to find a horse who was experienced with children. Horses who have been around kids tend to be very well trained, patient, and easy to ride. When he first found Sally, this was a huge selling point for him. She had belonged to a little girl before coming to live with us, and upon meeting her, Mr. B declared her to be fairly idiot-proof and, therefore, perfect for me. He noticed that she was able to sense my discomfort when I mounted her; she knew that I was a novice and responded with patience and ease. All I noticed at the time was that she was the prettiest horse I’d ever seen.

See? Isn't she gorgeous?

See? Isn’t she gorgeous?

I didn’t know anything about horses, but I knew I loved her. So, Mr. B loaded her in the trailer and brought her home. And that, my friends, is how he earned himself the title of “Boyfriend of the Year”, by getting me my very first horse and teaching me everything I need to know about caring for her. I still have so much to learn, but he’s been an amazing teacher. Gosh, I love that boy.

Sally and I, getting acquainted.

Sally and I, getting acquainted.

 

Mr. B, introducing Sally to the cows.

Mr. B, introducing Sally to the cows.

So that is the story of how we became horse people. Or how I became a horse person, because really, Mr. B was a horse person all along. All he needed was a horse of his own.