Maybe because there was a horse farm in my backyard when I was growing up. Maybe because my mom and grandma kept adding to my collection of Saddle Club books (which I devoured). Maybe it was those sunny July afternoons spent watching the horses practice pulling wagons along the lakefront for The Great Circus Parade. Maybe it was that summer when I was 13 and I used my babysitting money to pay for horseback riding lessons. Maybe because I liked imagining myself as a pioneer gal on the western prairie (strongly influenced by Laura Ingalls Wilder and Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman). Whatever the case, I was drawn to horses since a young age.
I think its their smell.
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm not what you would consider an animal lover. I'm allergic to cats and I have a serious aversion to almost all dogs. I do NOT think hamsters, ferrets, guinea pigs are cute or cuddly or desirable in any way. I certainly don't want to have a bird or turtle or snake or frog in my house. When it comes down to it, my home is for people, not animals. When someone asks when we're going to get a pet, my standard response is, as soon as the girls are old enough to take care of one. And when that happens, it will probably be a couple of fish in a bowl or a rabbit (that will reside outside).
But, Matt and I have this secret dream. When we retire we want to have a pair of horses, so we can go off trail riding together.
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