A Horse, Of Course


Meet Turbo!

One evening, I was just putting on the outside lights for the kitties when I heard a noise.

Peeking out my front door, I saw…a horse.

Of course.

A beautiful red horse with a white blaze on his face. In the gloom, I finally saw Mark, holding the horse on a tether. He smiled and said, “I wanted you to meet Turbo!” Turbo is two years old, and has a leg injury so he can’t be ridden, at least for now. Turbo’s previous owner gave him to Mark, I guess rather than deal with the injury.

I petted him and he made soft horse noises, smelling sweetly of hay as he took a piece of carrot from my palm (always hold your hand flat when feeding a horse). I think I’m going to like my newest neighbor.