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Horse Sense (of humour)

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I’ve been around horses for most of my life. I started riding when I was five, worked my way up through horse related jobs and eventually lived on a farm with my own horses. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a horse or even ridden one for that matter but I stay connected with them through my art. I’m an animal artist with most of my commissions being of horses (and dogs but that’s another blog).

Being around them, working with them and riding all the time made me so “at ease” with even the crankiest of horses that I never in a million years would have thought I might one day be “ill at ease” with them. So it came as a complete surprise when I was out in the field one day with two lovely Clydesdales (mother and daughter) and they got it in their heads to have a little fun with me. I was taking photos for reference material and all was going well when the “daughter” who was huge (17 hands to you horse folks) started to jostle me gently around with her shoulders. I wasn’t worried and just kept chatting to them while I snapped away with the camera. Well her mother thought this looked like fun and decided to get in on the action. This went on for a bit and didn’t look like it was going to end any time soon so I took hold of the daughter’s halter so she knew I wasn’t a novice (they can tell you know). Well talk about adding to the excitement! These two were like puppies in their quest for play. She started to trot briskly and as she was big and strong, promptly whisked me off my feet. Of course I let go and the two took off to find another toy. While I was little shaken I still had this little thrill of days gone by. I saw a photo that someone else had taken of me coming back through the gate and the smile on my face was from ear to ear.

I knew they wouldn’t have hurt me because I had carrots in my pocket…which is probably what the big attraction was in the first place.

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  1. Dear Doodler; I adore horses they speak to me in ways that humans could never reach me. talk about empathy. Divine, powerful, spirited creatures. If I was a horse I would organize a burning of the saddles and let them ride each other. Marc Marrs

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