"Mom," says my daughter, "Don't you want a horse again?"
For forty years, I had grieved over selling my beloved childhood horse, Boots." My horse days are over," I had said. And then along came a daughter tempting me. She wanted a horse and wanted me to have one as well. "Okay," I admitted, "Yes, I do want a horse." So for my birthday, we bought lovely Duchess, an elderly horse, to ease me back into riding. Duchess was elderly, yes, but an Arabian, known for their stamina and longevity. She lived to raise two six-month-old fillies I bought, company for Duchess, and eventually a riding horse for me. (Horses are happier with other horses.) Velvet was a quarter horse--and purchasing her was one of life's highlights. Sierra was a mustang adopted from the BLM.
This book is an account of those days, and because I didn't know much about horses except jump aboard and take off for tall timber, I began to study the horse. Thus I included two appendices, The Horse's Brain and The Horse's Eye.
Yep, I know, the title is too long.