The part of Dallas County I live and walk in is gladly shared with horses. I can walk less than a mile and come across three different folks that raise horses, each with their own flair.
I share a fence with Doc and his wife. They raise two horses in the lap of luxury. They move in and out of three separate pastures and have a barn that resembles a doll house. These ponies remind me more of poodles...one even chases cars.
Another half-mile down the road is a horse raised much differently. She lives in a small trashed-out pasture that appears to be more a back yard. It is surrounded by temporary fence that has been there over 4 years. The barn is a dilapidated old one-car garage with a door swaying from one hinge. I call her a junkyard dog.
Toward the end of the mile are real horses. They graze in a proper pasture that is well fenced. The barn is large enough for the six horses and them some. There are proper corrals attached to the barn and tack is stored properly. When I walk by I feel like I'm in an episode of Wagon Train. These are the greyhounds.
Postscript:
Since I first posted this piece, the greyhounds have left for Colorado and another mare has joined the junkyard.
I share a fence with Doc and his wife. They raise two horses in the lap of luxury. They move in and out of three separate pastures and have a barn that resembles a doll house. These ponies remind me more of poodles...one even chases cars.
Another half-mile down the road is a horse raised much differently. She lives in a small trashed-out pasture that appears to be more a back yard. It is surrounded by temporary fence that has been there over 4 years. The barn is a dilapidated old one-car garage with a door swaying from one hinge. I call her a junkyard dog.
Toward the end of the mile are real horses. They graze in a proper pasture that is well fenced. The barn is large enough for the six horses and them some. There are proper corrals attached to the barn and tack is stored properly. When I walk by I feel like I'm in an episode of Wagon Train. These are the greyhounds.
Postscript:
Since I first posted this piece, the greyhounds have left for Colorado and another mare has joined the junkyard.
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