Only in a horsey family would a conversation occur like the one I had with my sister last night.
I called to apologize for the delay in sending something to her. I verbalized my pathetic excuse, “The day ran away with me.”
“Who ran away with you?!,” my sister yelled into the phone. “Dini?”
Faithful readers of my blog will recognize the name of one of the horses I’ve had in training. Now Dini has never run away with anyone, but I think my sister just began going down the list of potential runaways with a horse whose name began with a “d.”
“No,” I said. “The day ran away with me.”
“Oh, thank God,” said my sister.
And I do, for many things, including not riding any runaways in recent memory.
Reflections on Riding 
No, Dini has only run away once and that was without a rider. He got loose one night and took off over to my neighbor’s farm. At one time there were a good 20 or so horses on our hill. One by one all the horses got sold or moved. The night Dini got loose he was the only horse left; he was lonely for horse companionship. It was pitch dark, I was running field to field screaming for him in terror thinking he would take off for miles and get hit by a car. My heart was pounding out of my chest; I was crying and close to hysterical. Leo picked me up in the truck and we drove all over the fields. We found him nose deep in grass in my neighbor’s paddock. Walking him back, I explained to him that he was never to do that to me again, because he almost killed me with worry. I hope he listened.
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I think they listen to everything we say. Whether they agree is another story! But it looks like Dini will have plenty of horse companionship now. My boys fight a little bit over who gets to play with him over the fence!
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