I should have been born into the horse world. I was one of those girls who wished for a horse for every birthday and wound up crying every birthday because I never got one. I honestly think that's why I'm so in love with big dogs, especially the giant breeds like the Danes and the Mastiffs. They're almost like horses. When Talos gallops past me in the backyard, the ground vibrates. If I close my eyes, I can convince myself that I'm sharing the backyard with a horse.
A couple weeks ago, I found my calling in life. I should be a recklessly wealthy woman living on several hundred acres with both a stable full of horses and a kennel full of dogs. Well, not really a kennel – all my dogs would be house dogs. But that's just a minor detail. Back to my newfound calling…
I went to the Howard County Iron Bridge Hound Race a couple weeks ago. It wasn't a race for hounds, it was a horse race over rolling meadows, through the woods, and over some pretty impressive jumps. It was dog-friendly so Nemo accompanied us.
At the conclusion of the race, this really nice man (the keeper of the hounds) let us come out and get our picture taken with him and his horse. As you can see from the top picture, Nemo really didn't want a whole lot to do with the situation. The rider was patient and spoke softly and calmly to Nemo, who obliged us, but would not untuck his tail. He has his limit, I suppose, and we were just a tad over it.
The day was great fun for all of us. I am asking for a horse for my birthday. And a 300-acre farm. And 30 hounds.