Normal people celebrate wedding anniversaries and children’s birthdays, but horse people celebrate horse anniversaries. I hope you’ll indulge me in celebrating eight years with the horse of my heart, my perfect horse Darcy. This is a repost, but it says everything I want to say.
When I was a kid, I prayed for a purebred Arabian gelding. And he should be black and full of spirit, just like the Black Stallion. Well, fifteen years later, I had my prayers answered. Only I got a half-arabian mare; she’s an arab x saddlebred. But she is black and full of spirit.
After lots of searching, my dressage-teacher friend and I found my perfect horse, whose registered name we later discovered to be “Call Me Crazy.” I thought I probably ought to be called crazy during our first few months together. I was a brand spankin’ new horse owner, and my horse was very sensitive. To everything.
But after lots of lessons for me and training for my horse, we are partners, and she is truly the horse of my heart. Her barn name is now Darcy. Yes, named after Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. I know, I know. I sound like an obsessed teenager. But my Darcy does have the same aloof qualities of Austen’s Mr. Darcy. But once you get to know her, you’ll find that she, like Mr. Darcy, has a heart of gold and does her best to please when she understands what you want.
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Drum roll, please. The results of my Kindle Select experiment:
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hit the virtual shelves last week. I finished it this week and loved it.
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