To Enter the Fight - Day 4

If my love of horses is questioned, one must hear the story of Bud. He is a 14 yr. old calm, steady, trustworthy, groomed, buckskin gelding. Bud gets the daily adoration of my daughter, Jessica. As soon a the bus drops her off, she runs to his paddock, with hoof-pick in hand, to take care of his feet. Although his ancestry is questioned, one can see perhaps, Andalusian blood in one of his great-great-great grandfathers. If we let our minds wander a tad, we might even see his majestic great-great-great grandfather crossing the seas, with Cortez, getting the first glimpse of a new world. One thing for sure, war is in his blood. His current paperwork does not read AQHA, APHA, Jockey Club, Warmblood, or POA, but the 10 inch long white freeze brand on the left side of his neck, tells his plight. The reason he is being cared for, by our family, is because I could not fathom a horse with many wonderful years of service left in his bones, to warrant a trip involving French cuisine. Number me, with the ones that have championed the Mustangs, such as, but not limited to, Mr.and Mrs. Parelli, Mr. and Mrs. Monty Roberts, Mr. Baxter Black, Mr.Ray Hunt, Mr.Tom Dorrance, Queen Elizabeth II, The NFR, and Mr. Walter Zettl. Let me be, not to the left, not to the right, but down the center line on this fight. For the journey of the American horse, is a one-way city street or country lane. I've heard it said, If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the cause!