I am fortunate to have 2 horses. An appendix gelding that my daughter rides (that is a thoroughbred and quarter horse mix) and I have a Morgan mare that I ride. When I get better at blogging I will post pics of them, I just have not had the time to do it yet.
I am very grateful to have the two horses and to have a husband that puts up with our (my daughter and myself) crazy horse loving behavior. He fenced in 3 pastures even though he had never put any fencing up at all. He also built a small barn with a stall. He worked long and hard to get it erected. She and I helped, if you want to call it that, but he did the majority of the work and many days it was hot hot hot. We get really high humidity in western Kentucky but he stuck with it until it was complete. He did all of this while being completely afraid of horses. He was thrown as a small child and never got back on, which happens from time to time. Over the past 3 years since we have had the horses he has slowly gotten past a lot of his fear, but he still has the respect of them.
He has also hauled hay, made arrangements for hay to be delivered and/or stacked the square bales himself. He has packed 50lbs bags of grain from the truck to the barn. He has fed the horses more times that I can count especially during the winter because he is retired and my daughter and I don't get home until just about dark.
He has played a huge part in my lifelong dream of having a horse again. For that I will always be grateful to him. His name is Joe and I love him dearly.