tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post8722470655607813273..comments2024-03-15T00:14:25.051-07:00Comments on Brays Of Our Lives: Who was your heart horse?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post-73089317644574564922010-03-07T08:18:59.461-08:002010-03-07T08:18:59.461-08:00The heart horses who will do anything you ask them...The heart horses who will do anything you ask them too are the best, aren't they? My heart human is like this, too. I say, "scratch my ears," she scratches my ears. I say, "get me a latte," she . . . oh, wait. I guess that's where the comparison falls flat.Fenway Bartholomulehttp://www.braysofourlives.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post-83287662242210022732010-03-06T11:03:59.825-08:002010-03-06T11:03:59.825-08:00My heart horse is Flash, the first horse I ever pe...My heart horse is Flash, the first horse I ever personally owned. <br /><br />I was 26 when I was made an offer I couldn't refuse. The breeder told me to pick out the baby horse I wanted (1 & 2 year olds) so I drove out to see what she had available. I decided to look at the 2 year old because I wanted something a little close to riding age. I saw a lovely gray named Moose and asked to see him. While the breeder was out trying to catch him I decided to lean up against the fence of the broodmare/yearling pasture. All of a sudden I felt warm breath on my ear and a head on my shoulder. When I turned around it was a very small, orange colored yearling. Immediately I realized that I had been "chosen". <br /><br />This cute little yearling was actually the foal of a horse I had been leasing from the breeder for about 6 months. I took Flash home that day. And he will be with me until the day he crosses the rainbow bridge... <br /><br />He is game for doing anything that strikes my fancy... from packing around handicapped kids, to endurance racing (which he loves), to chasing cattle (which he hates but will do because he knows I like it).<br /><br />Flash is my amazing heart horse... I am blessed!!SweetPeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01762714976706163036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post-2944462002970419642010-03-06T10:19:25.256-08:002010-03-06T10:19:25.256-08:00Of course I love my Moon Baby! Well, not *MY* Moon...Of course I love my Moon Baby! Well, not *MY* Moon really, but I am plotting a plan to steal her away forever. And I'm sure she loves me as well... Not as much as apples, sweet feed, and summer grass, but I'm up there somewhere. <br /><br />And then there's Cody, whom I love despite his terrible temper and apparent fascination with seeing he can make people can fly. I've been telling him for God knows how long that we are much too heavy and it is not worth the trouble, but he refuses to believe me. I admire his persistence, but would really love if he would find a new guinea pig. <br /><br />*Limps off*<br /><br />Good talking with you, Fenway!Lady Longearsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post-65143005149553793572010-03-06T10:13:45.069-08:002010-03-06T10:13:45.069-08:00Thank you for the stories, heart-horses and friend...Thank you for the stories, heart-horses and friends! It is a very special honor to be a heart-mule, and protecting the trust, love and adoration of my human is a serious responsibility. That's why I never laugh at her when she comes out to feed me in her pajamas.Fenway Bartholomulehttp://www.braysofourlives.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post-25985204422795941302010-03-05T20:28:38.383-08:002010-03-05T20:28:38.383-08:00My heart horse is actually a pony. Tony to be exac...My heart horse is actually a pony. Tony to be exact. I had a horse growing up and I miss her, but my love is my Tony the Pony, who is currently the best friend of Laila the miniature mule. I have a Morgan Mare and I love her too. She is my eye candy, but Tony has my heart!firecoachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02345213777780979981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post-17542956488382437642010-03-05T17:22:06.009-08:002010-03-05T17:22:06.009-08:00Hello Fenway, Doc in Delaware here. I am my man se...Hello Fenway, Doc in Delaware here. I am my man servant's one and only. The man servant has never had a horse before, he was wise and held out for mule-- despite his wife's constant trolling of dreamhorse looking for an equine for him. The man servant is so besotted with me that he drove through a blizzard last week to attend a, ahem, horse expo in hopes of finding me some new items of apparel. He was unsuccessful, but I appreciated his eagerness to please me and I will reward him this weekend by allowing him an especially delightful trai ride. Most sincerely yours, Doc in DelawareMJ Ardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18038954357631180163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005382317947027783.post-63285793596530778132010-03-05T15:57:26.335-08:002010-03-05T15:57:26.335-08:00I too, am a heart horse. BarnMom found me just a ...I too, am a heart horse. BarnMom found me just a few short months ago, and we are truly best friends already. BarnMom has told me though, that she still misses her last heart horse, Favor. He wasn't a Quarter Horse like me, of course, but I have heard that Morgans have some good qualities, and based on her comments, I can sense he was quite a guy. I like to think of him as a big brother who has moved on to greener pastures. So, basically, it's an honor to follow in his footsteps. Mine are a bit more careful though. Afterall, BarnMom's not getting any younger, and she shares me with her weanling and GrandBarnMom, who she expects me to take very good care of.<br /><br />Neighs chatting with you - JuniorFelt Well Woolieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09731517601151797026noreply@blogger.com