I hope it's the latter as I feel like we just belong. We understand each other. She knows my walk, my door slam, my voice, and my anger (although it's so rare for that to come out around her). She's like the child you always want to have - perfect student, pretty, athletic, popular and healthy beyond compare. And so far she is aging well and seems to love her life in her huge stall with two windows, a door to see outside, lush green grass paddocks to graze, an occasional ride, a trip out every six months or so and more love than anyone could ever want or need.
I hope I'm writing this post again when she hits 25. We've do real fireworks for the quarter century mark! As one trainer remarked to me a few years back, "when the mare goes we're going to have a State funeral."
Enjoy your holiday. I'll be hanging out with the caramel colored mare who loves Altoids. Happy holiday!