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I can just feel the wind rushing through my hair and across my face!!!!

The song Low Rider came to mind!

Peace,

Deb

I love Appaloosa too. Although my first love is Quarter Horse. Cooper was a Quarter Horse/Morgan, one big horse. She was powerful. My father's horse that is still on the farm, he is Quarter Horse/Appaloosa and has quite the stubborn streak. He can move like the wind and is very beautiful. He is very tall.

I truly love the heavy horses the best. I had an opportunity to ride one and galloping on the prairies was like riding butter, utterly smooth.

I love sinking into my horse, being in synch, watching when my and my mum's shared horse (Hackney Pony with unusure horse lineage) would sniff bear. Her ears would twitch, her nose would twitch and she was always right. Stryker (my dad's horse) never could sniff them out like her. We figure since she was smaller, it was probably protective.

I loved going out on my horse as a kid when life sucked and spend all day on her. She knew everything. Many times we'd ride in silence, just being.

Definitely dream. I miss Copper and later, Pip. We never did get another horse when Pip passed. And I just don't have it in my anymore to ride such a powerful horse as Stryker.

There is truly something that is unique and yes, even spiritual with a horse.