I am meeting my first student on my first day at a therapeutic riding center. Like me, Elli has vibrant red hair. She's petite with glasses and clearly very friendly because we just met and she has no lack for words. As we prep for the ride I learn bits and pieces about her. She's been riding for 20-something years. She's 23 years old. She's a writer - working on her first book. And she hates "going down the hill" during her ride.
The day that I discovered bodies in the freezer was the day that I began to seriously rethink my life choices... When I pulled back that first blanket all I could do was back away, shake my head wide-eyed, and whisper under my breath, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..."
Acey (pronounced like "A + C") came to us from the racetrack. One unfortunate race day she became antsy like many hotblooded racehorses in the chutes... and she reared up suddenly smashing her head on an overhead bar leaving her fully trauma blind.
Bug was a tiny filly when she was purchased as a pet (yes, a pet) by a PlayBoy Bunny (yes, a PlayBoy Bunny).
When I think of something goofy... I think of Elvis.
Money is literally bombproof.
When people ask me what Strangles is I usually get this wild look on my face and then I say, "It's like the bubonic plague for horses!"
When I was child, Willy Wonka was one of the best movies in existence. I mean, what child (or even adult) doesn't want to watch a movie where sugar highs are embraced and even encouraged! It's a dream come true. My dad - the candy king - would buy a boat load of all different … Continue reading The Golden Ticket.