Like many people I suffer from Equinophobia, not in a debilitating way, pictures don't bother me at all, way over there in that field, behind the fence, fine, but get me close enough to touch a horse, and I'm a sissy little girl., (Except sissy little girls LOVE horses, so like a sissy little girl in a cage with a snarling rabid dog.)
In the past week I've had two big things come up in my life which have a lot to do with horses
1. My wife introduced my son to Rainbow Brite, now he is now in love with that show
|He keeps asking for the horsey show, and sequels when he sees Starlight|
2. I've finally reconnected with a family I used to know back in Virgina who raise and train horses
|Pretty good eh?|
This is not them, ...
which is good, because if I was stuck with those horses, I would probably die or worse, since the dad in the family is a therapist for people with irrational fears, he might foolishly claim I have an irrational fear and try to treat that, while I die (because the horse would eat me, duh).