Waking up at the crack of dawn to feed your hungry brood.
Waking up at the crack of dawn to feed your hungry brood in the dead of winter.
Realizing your alarm didn’t go off and your horses are probably tearing the barn down because they’ve assumed you’ve disappeared and are never, ever coming back.
When your dog runs into the pasture, setting off an instant chain reaction of crazy.
When you walk into the feed room and find one or more horses casually chowing down on your entire monthly food supply.
When one of your horses figures out how to let himself out of his stall.
When you get all dressed up to go out to a dinner you’ve had planned for weeks, and notice just before you roll through the gate that one of your horses is laying down in the colic position.
When your weanlings work together to pull each others’ halters off and hide them all over the pasture.
Finding your horse’s nice new expensive blanket in shreds in the middle of the pasture.
Having only two reactions when people slow down or stop to admire your horses over the fence:
Trying to worm your most difficult and stubborn horse.
When you’re awakened in the middle of the night by your horses running like crazy and you’re 100% sure that this is finally it: giant wolf attack.
When you run out of the house like a crazy person to defend your precious babies from the giant monster wolf-beasts with nothing but your bare hands and whatever’s in the pocket of your bathrobe.
When you realize they were just spooked by a squirrel.
When your horse decides to use the water trough as its own personal swimming pool and knocks it over.
Realizing that horses are basically what would happen if anxiety had legs, weighed half a ton, and had a top speed of 45 miles per hour.