Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Rio and I are cleaning out his barn
It's true most of the time: it doesn't take much to make me happy. Oh, don't misunderstand--I can get my unders in a wad with the best of them, but generally, it is for a good reason. It's one thing to complain about things that don't matter, but quite another to be angry over injustice--at least in my book.
I was right about one thing, though, and that is Rio was less sad and bereft while I was out working in the corral and pasture today. I ended up spending the entire day out there, and indeed, I was happy all day long. Rand said, "Turns out horse poop is an antidepressant." Rio stood behind me watching, and when I refilled his hay manger after finishing cleaning, he stood with his head in the hay storage barn, munching on a little bit that dropped off the pitchfork. I asked him to move over and let me get back in with the pitchfork to put it away. He looked at me for a minute, chewing thoughtfully...and then stepped aside. I love that horse.
Another great lesson in the important priorities in life: clean drinking water, regular feeding, and stand next to me while I walk my path.