And we’re not talking potato chips here.

When I had my first horse I spent all the time in the world fussing over her.  She wanted for nothing.  I used to spend hours brushing her, and my friend would say “you’re going to wear the hair off of her.”  Then I got my TB too, my time became divided, but not my love.

It’s fascinating how the more love you give, the more you have to give.  Oh don’t get me wrong, there are days lately, I think I’ve reached the end of my rope.  The two puppies (now two years old) are sucking the life out of me.  They are both smart (even though one is deaf).  The deaf one is ADHD.  She lives in her own world, wants to love on you every chance she gets, has an abundance of energy, and even drives her full sister crazy.  They’re like two human sisters.  They can play, play, play, and then all of a sudden it’s a knock-down drag-out fight.  I now have two beautiful girls with torn-up faces.  I’ve watched every episode of Cesar Millan, and am still at a loss for words.  I can control a 2,000 lb. Clydesdale, but not two 45 lb. Catahoulas.

But are there ever too many horses in your life?  No way.  Yes there may be too many things to accomplish in one day, but never too many horses to love on, and be loved by.  Too many feed, vet, and farrier bills, but never too many smiles, and memories to cherish for the rest of your life.  Each one is an individual spirit, special in their own way.  You will make the time to simply touch their face, and gain peace to your soul.  On some days there won’t be enough time to ride both, or any of them, but just knowing they are there encourages us to go on.

What will I do when I get too old to sit on a horse?  I’ll sit and watch them graze.  I’ll brush their coats until I wear the hair off.  I’ll let their spirit fill me, and I’ll just love on them.

What about you?