<<------- Riding Mandy in the Colorado mountains I fell in love when I was just a child. No, it wasn't the paperboy or the busboy. Hell, it wasn't even Brad Pitt. My first love had four legs and the incredible beauty of the Middle East. She was colored a deep chestnut and had a pure white blaze down her perfectly shaped face--she was Arabian--she was my best friend.
Mandy was just a filly when I made a deal with my stable-owner friend to buy her using the stall cleaning credit I had built up over the years. I was in heaven. All of my short life I had wished and dreamed for a horse of my own and the moment her lead line was passed to my hand, I found that dream a reality. I spent all of my free time with her. I brushed her fine coat, I cleaned her perfectly oval hooves, I polished her tack until I could see my face in the gleaming leather, I rode her everyday. She was the friend I could tell all of my secrets and desires to
Never once did she laugh at me or eye me with that judgmental look that says so clearly, "What in the world do you think you're doing with your life?" Unconditional love shined from her like the sun that radiated down and bounced off her chestnut coat. I believe everyone needs a friend like that--no matter how small, different looking, foreign speaking, furry, smooth, white, black, chestnut or purple.Mandy taught me the gifts of friendship, tolerance, patience and love. She will always be my girl--my friend--my Arabian beauty.
Very cool. I think every girl goes through a horse loving phase, regardless of where she lives -- I know I did. You are fortunate to have had in reality what so many can only dream of.
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