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Pass it on.

Last week something kinda cool happened while I was at the barn.

The barn that I am at right now is a public barn; often families with little children walk though to look at the horses. My horse has actually acquired a small fan club.  As I was untacking after a ride on New Years Eve, I saw a couple of grandparents walking with their grandchildren through the barn.

“Do you want to come and meet him?” I asked them. The girls quickly ran over. My horse has grown to understand his role in these situations: he is calm, gentle, and super sweet. I gave the girls treats to feed him. Their grandparents thanked me and said that they would let me finish putting him away. But one of the little girls told my horse that she loved him before walking away. 

I put him back in his stall and saw the family again. I walked over to the girl who had confessed her love to my horse. “Hey,” I said. “Can you do me a favor? I need help making him a snack.”

She jumped at the opportunity. “YES!” As we walked over to get his supplements, she grabbed my hand. “You’re my friend,” she said firmly. 

“Okay,” I told her, letting her hold my hand. I usually don’t like being touched, but this wasn’t too horrible. “I don’t have a lot of friends, but I guess you seem cool.” Then I added, “And I guess you can be my horse’s friend too.”

I taught her and her sister how to scoop the rice bran, then add water, and add in the supplements. She was proud to stir it all up, and her sister happily dumped it in my horse’s feeder.

“Do you need help putting this away?” she asked, still clinging to the bucket. 

“Sure,” I told her. We walked back to my tackroom, and she placed the feed bucket back where she found it. 

Her grandparents, who had been following us this whole time, asking questions about my horse, told her that it was time to leave, and thanked me for showing her around. 

Without warning, the little human wrapped her arms around my legs and gave me a big hug. “Bye friend!” she said. By the smile on her face, I could tell that I made her day, but she will never know that she made mine too.

Stay strong and be kind, because you never know what little girl is out there hoping that one day she will grow up to be just like you. Equestrians are a dying breed, so if you meet a kid that loves horses, do whatever you can to encourage them to chase that passion. We were all those little kids, willing to do anything just to pet a horse. So pass it on.

xoxo,

BinB

A note to any girl who ever asked Santa for a pony:

It’s Christmas morning. The sweet smell of cinnamon rolls is coming from the kitchen. There are shiny, perfectly wrapped presents stacked around the tree…

But you ignore all of that, don’t you? You walk right past it, not batting an eye. Instead you run to the window, and look outside, hoping to see a surprise on your lawn…

If you didn’t get your wish of getting a horse this Christmas, all I can say is hang in there.

Santa never brought me a pony (and thank god, because honestly I feel like he’s a little unqualified to buy a horse. He should just stick to reindeer). Instead, I leased my pony, and when I was ready (or really when my parents had just finally given in) I shopped for my horse.

I’m beyond thankful that I no longer beg Santa for a horse. Instead I just ask him for stuff FOR my horse. But I’ll never forget all of the years that despite all of my amazing gifts, all I really wanted was my own horse. And I’m blessed to have my biggest dream come true.

But what I’m trying to say is that great things take time. So be patient. One day you won’t have to ask Santa for a pony. Just hang in there.

Midieval Horse Costume or Horse Portrait Fundraiser!

hey guys, so last week my horse Pushy was sold out from under me by my mother. My name is on the Bill Of Sale but after we moved i keep forgetting to get my old barn to mail it back which will take too long. the police wont do anything unless i have a physical copy. (they wont accept a fax) heres the thing. I need 350$ to bail him out or he ships. he is my baby; and my mothers reason for selling him was “You spend too much time with him”. i see him 3 times a week. anyway; Im making these costumes as a fundraiser, or a Painting of your horse! and even if you cant or dont want a costume i will open up a donation button on my page. Pushy is 5 year old Bay Mustang gelding; and honestly i would die for him. anything helps.