We love them for their unconditional acceptance of us as their person
We love them for their soft necks that we can bury our faces into when we need to escape
We love them for always lifting our spirits
This morning I arrived at the barn at 6 am to cold hose, hand walk and re-wrap Houston. He has become very accident prone in his old age and thus has a swollen ankle from his antics in the pasture. Not only was I exhausted when I arrived but it was a shocking 50 degrees this morning. Since we've been in the 90's for weeks my system was not adapting well. While I held the cold water on Houston's leg his sun kissed body served as the most comfortable pillow I've ever laid my head on. For 15 minutes he stood like a statue in the morning sun and allowed me to pour freezing cold water on his leg and use him as a pillow. This is just reason 100000000000+ I love Houston.
