Therapeutic Horsemanship
She had me at her first blink. Her liquid chocolate brown eyes with lashes the length any woman would envy, gazed into the very depths of my soul. Her calming aura lent a remarkable dignity for a newbie such as myself. Asking her permission, I reached out my hand to be rewarded with a warm rub of her baby-soft muzzle. How could I not fall in love? This was my introduction to the world of Therapeutic Horsemanship (TH).