Is it so strange that I love my horse in the way I do? That I desire to build a bond with him that defies belief? He brings to me delight and happiness. He is the manifestation of joy. He is my best friend.
What I love about my boy Tanner is the companionship we give to each other. When I go visit him, I mix up the activities. Sometimes I work with him and play games. Sometimes I go for a trail ride with my girlfriend Jenni and her girl Destini. Other times I just sit with him as he grazes, coming to check on me every few minutes and pressing his nose into my face. And when I ride (I prefer bareback) and feel the wind in my hair, I defy physical law. It is glorious….
My heart melts when I am with Tanner. When I gaze at his perfect form; see his soulful and gentle eyes; ride across the field with him. I love him so. I know he feels it, because I feel his love for me.
A goal of mine is to not use any tack at all when riding him. I love riding bareback; I feel so much more connected with him. And to be in perfect communion with him, and to communicate exactly what I want and not have to use a bridle would be the ultimate. He is more to me than just some creature with which to get what I want. He brings joy to my soul.