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I seriously coveted Becky Palmer’s collection of Breyer model horses. Her dresser was crowded with playful, straddling foals, serene mares and majestic stallions with wind-blown manes. They pawed the air and tossed their heads, they gazed lovingly back at admirers like me.
I invited Becky to my birthday party thinking surely she’d give me a Breyer horse. That’s what we love, right? What a let-down! I don’t remember what gift she gave, but it wasn’t a horse.
I read all the horsey books I could find. Flip was the first. The Black Stallion series fed my fantasies for years. I dreamed of mucking out stalls. I wouldn’t mind! Horse poop is the best.
Alas, I was a city girl. We had no room for a horse in the yard or in the budget. Dad used to take me riding now and then and he promised we’d take a camping trip with horses someday, if I learned my multiplication tables. The promise was forgotten, or expired before I learned my tables, in my twenties.
Now I live in a place where I could have a horse. But when I think about the expenses; fencing, shelter, feed and veterinary care, saddle, bridle, halter, ropes, blankets, grooming tools and on and on; well, a horse ain’t going to happen here. Even a miniature horse would take a huge bite out of the budget.
If money were no object I’d buy the acreage across the road and build a deluxe barn with an upstairs apartment for a full-time
stableboy caretaker. I won’t buy any expensive, pedigreed breeds. Instead I’ll adopt wild horses and whisper them into docility. I’ll take in neglected and abused horses and give them a forever home.
And I’ll buy a whole dresser-full of Breyer horses. Neener-neener, Becky Palmer!