The new horse came in last month. She is stunning, soft, big, and really breathtaking. I have wanted a black Percheron since I was a kid. The power of them in movies and pictures has always caught my breath. So this year, after we got the truck, the idea of finally getting what I have wanted for such a long time became a possibilities.
|Rainey with her sweat marks in her new home!|
|Me working with Pokey as Moishe watches over us all.|
|I was working on Pokey but staying really in tune with Angel. Waiting.|
Angel responding to a request for her attention.
So the next day- I did it for myself. I got up, got my clothes on, and went outside. It went smoothly the whole time. Then a cool thing happened. I was taking Pokey back to pasture, and as I was releasing him the dogs started barking loud and furious. Angel was still tied to the cross ties. She raised her head and my breath stopped. She raised her head high I could hear the chains start to rattle.
Then she stopped. I waited for it, the inevitable fight, the gut wrenching sound of the chains hitting their end point, and the furious ness of a panicked horse using everything they had to get away.
It never came.
She only took one step back, and with that and her head raising she never did hit the end of the chains.
Thank you my slave, my Love.