When I was younger I was one of “those” horse girls. Lessons, grooming, ground work, the works. I rode a beautiful 1/2 quarter 1/2 arabian named Sissy. Besides my German Shepard Ritz, she was the love of my life. It all stopped when I moved with my mom to Boise. And when we moved back I felt jaded towards farm life in general. Now it seems (being back in the country community) I’m slowly longing for that feeling, the rush of pure joy (and frustration) that comes along with this life. I have another shepard in my life and needing to get back into the horse community. I’ve talked a lot about it to Josh. He’ll make more than enough when he goes to the oil rigs in March. Enough to let me get into lessons again, lease a horse until I find my perfect fit, plus allow me to go back to college a few hours a week. I’m hoping that this is will help pull me out of this looming depression.