I thought I'd written an "H", and one reader (Hi, Mom) noticed it wasn't up. And I got busy, and STILL didn't put it up. So, very late, I have an H blog.
Unlike most of my gal friends in grade school, and a few of my friends now, I have never had a love of horses. I like horses. I think they are beautiful animals, and depending on what they are used for, quite useful as well, like say, logging, riding, that sort of thing. But I like them, as some one else's animal...
Having grown up with horses that were determined to see me DIE, STOMP THE HUMAN, DIE! I guess it made me more than a little hinky around equine-y beings. Which is unique, when I went to talk to my neighbor.
You guessed, she has horses. She, in fact, trains them. So, I needed to discuss some little thing with her, and she has this HUGE brown horse, that kept looking at me oddly. Then, he drops a hoof on the cement. CLOP. I jump. The neighbor laughs, pets the horse, and says, "You need to be patient, I'm talking right now." The horse sniffed slightly. We finished our conversation, and I left.
The next day, I was walking on the road, and she has the horse out exercising with a cart. I wasn't paying any attention. Next thing I notice, the horse is watching me, and pacing the pace I was going. The neighbor was talking with the student, and didn't notice, I guess.
I kept walking, walking a bit slower, to see if the horse was really pacing me, and sure enough, it matched my pace again. I sped up a little, it twitched ears, then sped up.
About this time, neighbor looks up, and realized the doings. She shook the leads, and called out, "You need to move, she is walking just fine on her own." Another shake of the leads, and the horse lets out an unmistakable snort. And no faster. The horse was wanting to walk with me! And not in a malicious, I want to stomp you to dust thing, in that, Hi, I want to be friends way.
I still am a bit timid with horses. But I must say, that was a very pleasant change!