Jack (at left) just minutes after moving in with Atty, his first roommate in several years. Now that’s a happy horse!
Photo: Michelle Anderson
A year ago I was ready to give up on my Quarter Horse
But, first, it’s important to note that Jack isn’t just any
horse. I bred and raised him, and over the years he’s proven himself as smart and funny as he is beautiful and athletic. His rocking horse canter and smooth-as-glass jog are the kinds
you can ride all day. And as I am a 30-something childless woman, Jack has long
filled the role of my firstborn and the horsey love-of-my-life.
Yet, at 11 years old, he seemed to have completely lost his
mindÑlike the worst version of a horse midlife crisis. He started running
circles around our veterinarian during simple exams; continuously kicked at our
very patient farrier; and reared and spun, running backward when I asked him to
load into the trailer. Once he finally got in the trailer, he’d work himself
into an anxious lather, pawing the walls.
As one of three horses (my others include my upper-level
dressage horse, Marathon, and young prospect, Atty), Jack had the singular job
of walking, jogging, and loping down the trail on a loose rein while I chatted
with my friends and relaxed after a long day at my des