I am the founder of WARHorses. If you met me when I was very young, you would have found me crawling on the floor on my hands and knees, whinnying and prancing, pretending to be a horse. I begged for a horse but my parents held firm convinced that I would forget horses as soon as I was old enough to drive, work and date. That didn’t happen.
After college, the first thing I bought was a Ford Mustang. The second thing was an Arabian filly. The Mustang is long gone, but 31 years later, that Arabian filly, um mare, is still eating grass in my pasture.
Surely a horse must be my spirit animal. My heart melts every time one of my horses looks directly in my eye making that timeless, non-verbal conversation with silly human me.
I am convinced that horses run through my veins racing alongside red and white blood cells. I wonder how many of you feel exactly the same way? Welcome to WARHorses!