I think I’ll ask my horse Whiskey, a spirited beast is he; I asked; what do you think of that wild young Pinto mare? With a big belly sigh, he looks me in the eye and says; I saw her long sexy eye lashes, and blond silky main upon her neck where it was lain.
My horse hood had been taken away, no longer was I a kicking biting Stallion looking for an adoring mare, now all I can do is stare, I’m a Gelding now, here to stay!
Now to you my master, my affection does cling, I love when upon me you do ride, through the golden meadows we glide, what can I say, the only thing better is that big bale of hay, hey, hey! My friend, when the day is at its end you come to me, I rear up for joy when you call, with much neighing from my stall.
They call me a *dumb animal but they are wrong, treat me rough and I’ll throw you on the lawn, then you’ll be singing a new song and with an aching back, wondering what went wrong!
*I learned from my horse Whiskey how loving and smart he was. He was an eight-year-old western horse, trained in Barrel Racing, he could turn left or right on a dime in fact, he had won a Blue Ribbon for that.
I bought him with a saddle for only $250.00 in 1964. His previous owner had neglected him, his ribs were showing, after nursing him back to health we became good friends.
One of the many nights after work when I went to his stall, he leaped for joy as usual. When I went into the stall to untie and bring him out for some fresh air, but I forgot to bring with me his favorite pail of oats.
I tried to exit the stall but he gently pinned me against the wall, finally I realized that without him I could not go, I looked him in the eye, and said; OK, you win, hey folks, size does matter, my 185 pounds to his 1200 pounds! Then, we both easily left the stall, dumb animal? I think not!