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Face To Face

I've now taken an opportunity for a face-to-face meeting with Sage. She's about four years old, supposed to be a quarter horse but looks to have some thouroughbred in her. She's decided I do good ear scritching, and I provide nice treats as well as food. Wait 'til I start bringing her carrots and apples. *G*

We did get a chance to meet this morning; on my way out she was by the fence alongside our private road, and I paused to talk to her out of the car window. But it was early, and foggy, and I also needed to get on down the road to Hospital. They're funny about that, want you to actually be there and work in order to pay you.

Our neighbor's son, T, has a horse in her pasture that adjoins our property, and Sage & Him have been getting to know each other on opposite sides of that fence. Still, she did come trotting over for evening meal.

Pretty gait.

Now remember, this is Ruthie's horse.



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Nov. 11th, 2005 12:07 am (UTC)
Doesn't mean you can't be friends with her...
Nov. 11th, 2005 04:41 am (UTC)
And I will be, too. It's an old joke in our family; our first dog together, KuroKuma, Kuma for short, he for whom the ranch is named, Kuma was supposed to be Ruthann's dog. However, he made it quite clear that he considered himself my dog. I swear I didn't have anything to do with that, but Ruthie counters with my overall ability to get along with animals.

Which is real interesting. She's got a green thumb, for sure. My Dad tried to teach me gardening, and gave up; I have a black thumb. Ruthie thought she could succeed where Dad failed. One day she told Dad, she'd issued the same decree he did. I'm allowed into the garden for heavy manual labor only.
Nov. 11th, 2005 05:25 am (UTC)
I have the same sense for animals: most animals instantly attach themselves to me. My housemate used to say that animals would come from miles around to throw themselves across our doorstep. This was after a small untethered pony I'd been scritching followed me to the parking lot from a kids' pony-ride corral and tried to get into the car.
Nov. 11th, 2005 04:45 am (UTC)
I feel your pain. Monica alleges that I've "stolen" the heart of one of her cats, but I'm not really a cat person. I think the cat just likes my superior bodyheat output.
Nov. 11th, 2005 05:26 am (UTC)
Cats are pragmatists.
Nov. 11th, 2005 05:45 am (UTC)
I am not a thief.

I simply communicate with them.
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