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Dear  Diary
                                                                                very hard to explain the feeling.  It was a non
            The Diary of a Horse Skeptic   It is Thursday afternoon I have      verbal communication that was taking place.  This
                                                 just returned from Pegasus Farm.  I
         Dear Diary,                                                            great beast was gently  communicating with me.
                 2 days till we all meet at Pegasus Farm   do not want to sound too excited but   So cool.  One time he took my shoulder in his
         for the next Equus Effect training.  Not sure if it   this was the best day ever.  We have   mouth.  I am almost lost for words.  When it was
         is really training.  Dear Diary I hate to bring this   been told since day one that we would   announced that the morning session was over and
         up.  I am thinking that I should have titled this   eventually bond with the horses.    we should move to where we were to have lunch I
         “The Journal   of a Horse Skeptic”. Every time I   That they would respond to our   was saddened that my new relationship had to
         use the word diary images of my daughter’s “MY   touch, to our voice to our demeanor.    end.
         Little Pony Diary” flashes through my head.  Be   As the resident horse skeptic I
         strong Diary I am not going to change the name.   harbored doubts.  Yes the horses had   The afternoon session was new to all of us.  At
                                                 responded to me, Yes the let me lead   this point we had just walked the horses around
         It is time to reveal my second experience with a   them but today, for me, can only be   the paddock.  (See Diary I am using another
         horse.  I am now about 14 0r 15, still scared by   expressed with a resounding WOW!!   horse person term!)  We walked with the horses
         my first experience, and I find my self at a youth   The horse this time was Venice.  A   outside.  Outside as not confined to a paddock.  Yes
         retreat with my church.  One of the highlights of   big strong horse.  As  I was         outside on a short rope halter.  Yes Outside!!!
         this retreat was going to be horse back riding.    massaging him and then  curry     These large animals, maybe over 1500 pounds,  let
         Trail horses where one horse follows the other.  I   combing him he seemed to relax.    me and actually all of us lead them around.  They
                                                 Back legs crossed head down.  I
         was in the middle of the line of about 15 horses.                      did not try to get way or run away.  They did
         Unbeknownst to me they had altered the trail   thought that this was   attempt to graze a bit but we were told to pull
         from the year before, cutting a new section and   a cool sign of our connec-  up on the harness and keep them walking.  It
         letting the other trail go back to nature.          tion.  I combed his mane   was empowering to have our new found
         Apparently this was unbeknownst to my mount as   and then    returned to   companions walk outside with us.  Again unlike
         well.  When we arrived at where the new and old   massaging him but deep-  my daughter’s dog who will run and yank and try
         trail forked this beast took the trail not taken   er.  He  began to nuzzle   to escape during a walk.
         any more.  As my steed picked up speed the   me.  He placed his head
         branches whipped and cut my face, my glasses flew   on top of mine almost   One last thing Diary.  The first 2 weeks when
         off and my shirt ripped.  One of the guides on the   knocking off my hat.    I left Pegasus Farm to go home the theme
         ride met me at the end of this old trail and   Venice would go to my face, my arm,   song from the TV show Mr. Ed echoed in my
         stopped my horse. My career  as a horseman ended   my shoulder and do something that I   head: “A horse is a horse of course of course and
         that day and my life long  animosity  for the breed   can only express as nibbling me.    no one can talk to his horse of course…. “  Today a
         began.                                                                 different classic TV song echoed in my head from
                                                 It was explained to me that that   the Roy Rogers Show, each episode ended this
                                                 was like  grooming.  That Venice was   way: “Happy trails to you, until we meet again
          Diane, Instructor, Venice, Me,           grooming me.         It is   Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then”.  A
         Fellow Veteran   Anthony                                                much more appropriate departure song from
                                                                                 the farm and I swear I could see Roy and Dale
                                                                                 on the horizon as I left.     Karl
                                                          Nothing to
                                                         do with
                                                         horses Just
                                                         thought it                 TV Screen image  of Roy Rogers and Dale Evens
                                                         was funny                 singing “Happy Trails” at the end of the show on

                                                                                   Buttermilk and Trigger!
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