When we moved back to the U.S. from Australia, Tom came, too. People are surprised that we flew him back, but you don’t leave family behind.
Read MoreTom was an amazing horse. The only time I ever saw him afraid was in a town parade with the bagpipes playing right behind him. Otherwise, his reaction to scary things happening was to sigh. Deeply.
Read MoreNovember in Australia’s Blue Mountains, 1994. Stinking hot. Bushfire weather.
Read MoreTom the Wonder Horse was nineteen. He was probably the oldest gelding ever to cross the Pacific, but leaving him in Australia was unthinkable. In fact, if we couldn’t take Tom, I wasn’t going either.
Read MoreDiana and I were waiting for Frappuccinos at our local Starbucks when I saw this ad stapled to the bulletin board: Charlie Granite, 10 y.o. registered quarter horse, 15.1 hh, chestnut w flaxen mane and tail.
Read MoreEarly summer in the Berkshires, with hay ready to cut and the smell of meadowsweet in the air. It was the perfect day for a carriage drive.
Read MoreMy black pony Cricket certainly loves a challenge. He’s very smart and has always been somewhat underemployed.
Read MoreThey say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. What about an old horse?
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