I hadn’t seen my horse in three days. That’s pretty much my limit before I start to have anxiety. Not being around equines seems to be a physiological thing, where if I’m away too long I get cranky. Just ask my husband. From talking to my riding friends it seems I am not unique. Maybe “the horse bug” really is an illness, one that only some little girls catch and others don’t.
Seeing PJ stick his head out of his stall as I walked down the hill made me feel good. He was happy to see me, and I like to think that he wouldn’t have been happy to see just anyone. It was too cold to take his blankets off to brush him, so I just made sure he was warm, stuffed treats in his mouth, and rubbed his itchy withers. Fifteen minutes together was all I needed to bring me back to calm and relaxed.