Being stuck in the house and unable to return to your everyday routine is a bit mind numbing to say the least. After a couple weeks I began to feel restless and depressed. I wanted to heal faster than my body was allowing me to, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated by already feeling this way during the very beginning of recovery.
When I was finally able to take short trips outside of my house, I found my way to a horse ranch. Who would have thought!
That's where I met two little horses.. Well, a horse and a pony... :)
My original intention was to find a completely bombproof horse that would help regain my lack of confidence. Something that I could relearn on when I would finally be able to ride again.
However... that's when my dad fell in love with the little Arab/German riding pony, Lil. (right)
For me, the little pocket-pony Belle is who tugged at my heart strings! I felt like she was exactly what I needed. Gentle, loving.. and short... :P
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