All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay, and he'll listen to me any day.
--Author Unknown
Growing up I spent many a summer's day in counseling with my horse, Mr. Ed. Although he was a good listener, I can't necessarily say he was the greatest horse. He was stubborn and really didn't like crossing creeks. Or being ridden for that matter. It's tough for an eleven-year old to tighten up the saddle on a horse that refuses to exhale. But there was one stretch of pasture - way out in a secluded part of our farm - where he loved to run. You had to cross the creek two times in order to get there - which took some coaxing (some counseling, if you will). But whenever we came to that long stretch of trail, he would floor it. I mean he would absolutely fly. Perhaps it was my psychiatrist's way of saying 'Hang on! Let's put it all behind us and enjoy the ride.'
--Author Unknown
Growing up I spent many a summer's day in counseling with my horse, Mr. Ed. Although he was a good listener, I can't necessarily say he was the greatest horse. He was stubborn and really didn't like crossing creeks. Or being ridden for that matter. It's tough for an eleven-year old to tighten up the saddle on a horse that refuses to exhale. But there was one stretch of pasture - way out in a secluded part of our farm - where he loved to run. You had to cross the creek two times in order to get there - which took some coaxing (some counseling, if you will). But whenever we came to that long stretch of trail, he would floor it. I mean he would absolutely fly. Perhaps it was my psychiatrist's way of saying 'Hang on! Let's put it all behind us and enjoy the ride.'
Cool picture, almost like "cameleon horse," blending in with the fall foliage.
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