Tuesday, July 6, 2010

LV and Ridge

Ridge was a little older than LV and the two of them were good friends. Though they couldn't communicate with words there seemed to be an uncanny level of communication between them.

Ridge had been a race horse before he went to LV's home and he still loved to run. All he had to do was hear another horse and his racing spirit came alive again. It wasn't uncommon to see the two of them enjoying the wind in their face as they sped to where ever they needed to go.

But the instant I stepped on LV's buggy Ridge knew he could walk where ever we were going and that there was no use trying to trot as long as I was in the buggy.

We used to try to make our rides last as long as possible and Ridge seemed happy to oblige. He could run all he wanted to during the week, but on Sunday evening he was honored to provide long rides to his young master who was only beginning his courting years.

12 comments:

  1. I love the courting ritual and that the horse was well behaved :D

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  2. Horses are majestic, brilliant animals. I'm so excited that we get to ride some on our trip to Colorado next month.

    Do you currently own any horses?

    Blessings,
    Jen

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  3. That's a sweet story. I'm glad Ridge was willing to cooperate on those courting rides. Maybe he even enjoyed going slowly for a change.

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  4. Love that picture! I'm sure Ridge sensed love in the air and knew what a precious thing that is.

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  5. Wow, I bet that picture is quite a treasure! That is the cutest story - I remember riding in Scott's old car and sometimes it just didn't behave! :D

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  6. Sweet picture! Isn't it great how animals are so in tune with the people they love.

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  7. Aww this is just too sweet. I am greatly enjoying your blog and look forward everyday to read the "next chapter"

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  8. I'm your newest follower. Can't wait to read more of your fascinating blog.

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  9. Horses have their likes and dislikes. While I lived in Canada I moved in with two older girls. Elizabeth was the horse person and could do anything with the horse. There was a special bond between the horse and Elizabeth. Whenever Martha used the horse, everything changed. She could hardly get on the buggy before the horse took off. I don't know why the horse had such a strong dislike for Martha. I drove the horse only once or twice. Martha & I were picking starwberries about a kile from home, while Elizabeth stayed home to cap and can the berries. The berries were loaded on the buggy and I was told to take them home. Fearfully I stepped into the buggy and picked up the lines, while the horse turned his head and watched me. And this is the way the horse and I went home. He would turn his head every now and then to see if I am okay. I still marvel at it today.

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  10. keep posting, can't wait to hear more you have a way of waking up my own memories.have a great day

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  11. Reading your blog makes me feel a bit melancholy for all the things I've missed...I really would have loved to be "courted" and the horse and buggy experiences would have been a dream come true...I wonder if I'm an old soul trapped in a modern world...oh, well...

    Thanks for your stories. I enjoy reading them so much!

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  12. Your posts touch the heart. The picture is just precious. Thanks again for sharing.

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