Talk to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you more gladly and learn to love you.
Do not jerk the reins and do not whip me when going uphill. Never strike or kick me when I do not understand what you mean but give me a chance to understand.
Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something is wrong with my harness or my feet. Examine my teeth when I do not eat.
Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defense against flies by cutting off my tail ( I don’t take away YOUR mosquito curtains.)
Don’t smoke in my barn or leave me tied up overnight and perhaps burn me to death while you are sleeping in your comfortable bed.
And last, my master: When my strength is gone, do not to death, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly starved or worked to death, but take my like in the kindest way, arid your God will reward you – hereafter.
A Horse’s Prayer | One that I’m sure all horsemoms can appreciate @bowdenartist http://sco.lt/..
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