So the heroine of "Of Horses and Humans," meaning Nic, has had diarrhea for the past 24 hours thanks to the quite considerate neighbors next to the farm. I guess the fireworks they were setting off didn't agree with her, and as soon as I arrived at the farm today, as soon as I stepped out of my car, she stuck her head out of her window, and made the grunting noise which effectively means "thank God you're here," and pretty much crawled in my lap for the remainder of our visit (except when she tried to take a piece of me as I put on a side rein).
I'm going to go out on a limb here and say something that will forever mark me as a crazy lady: I swear when the horse has a problem, I have the same problem. I swear, I spent all last night with the worst belly ache. I've had menstrual cramps the same day the mare has cramps from being in heat. I've said it once, and I'll say it again: Some people are gelding people, and some people are mare people, and then there's people like me that take it all one step further and internalize their horse's pain.
I wanted to take a moment to compare stretchy circles taken from 2 different periods of time.
May 11, 2007:
