I owned Bay, an arab, for 20 years. He was
afraid of cows, pigs, geese, whatever. It never seemed to matter how many
times I took him around cows, it was bolt and run every time. I had a bit
in his mouth. Didn't matter, He was gone and hopefully me with
him. I usually could stop him but my heart was in my mouth quite a few
times. It didn't matter. I loved riding that horse. On the
fourth loop of 50s I was always thrilled if a cow, pig, goose showed up on the
side of the road. My boy came alive and tore for the finish line.
Nothing like a little encouragement to finish a 50 in grand style!
Jeanie
