Dear Gelding,
Yesterday I walked past the side door and saw you and your best friend, laying curled up in your pens like giant long necked cats. You were both cozy, soaking up the sun in the late morning and I felt happy. When I next passed by the door your buddy was standing, looking concerned as you lay flat out in your pen, with your head underneath the rails in his pen, fast asleep.
Now I know you, you’re a chill guy. And yes, yes, I know to you “Fences are just like, an idea man.” but to me, fences are sometimes places where things like heads and legs get stuck. So when I jogged out to check on you I hoped you weren’t offended. I of course have seen you sleep with your hooves resting on the fence rails and watched as you ever so gently remove them and stand up to stretch and shake out your mane as if horses with legs on rails isn't to be something of concern.
I was glad, I promise you, not frustrated that when I called out your name so sharply, that you in your characteristic style, quietly and slowly brought your beautiful head and neck back under the fence and stood up to look at me as if to say “You need to calm down..”
Dear gelding, I love you so, but sometimes your choices make me crazy. And it’s only because I know you, and your personality that I let you get away with this nonsense. Dear gelding, please do not teach your other friends to sleep freestyle. Literally everyone else, needs to keep it between the lines.
Love Margo.
