We had horses board at the farm when I was little. In fact one of my earliest memories is being high above Dad as he led me around the pasture on a palomino. When I grew older, my cousin Helen had a pretty little Standardbred. We all learned how to ride on her by racing around the fields riding double. I would go up and muck out the stall just to be near her. And I can tie a western saddle cinch with my eyes closed thanks to all the practice Helen enforced.
I became very good at borrowing horses from the neighbours. And for a brief year we boarded a horse at the farm when I was in my teens. I think Queenie was older than I was and a lot smarter, but I learned a lot from her and was sad when she returned to her owner.
Today, a life-long dream was filled when Joe moved onto the farm. Joe is a 12-year-old Canadian-Percheron with a tail which practically touches the ground. He's saddle and harness broke. I'm incredibly excited to have him here. Cole and I just sat for the last hour watching him eat.
Rob and I have laboured over creating the pasture for weeks. We've cut back brush, pounded posts, nailed insulators and strung wire. Today we connected it all together and turned on the power. We still need to make a few adjustments, but it is done and it will hold Joe in the field.
It's not every day a girl has a dream come true. But today is one of those days. I hope Anne and Fred know how much love and affection Joe will receive. Crystal deserves kudos for helping me find him and Rob, well Rob deserves a medal for helping make this dream come true and for every nail, every post and every foot of wire.
