With a thank you to Leonard for teaching me one important lesson years ago.
Your horses won't care if you're dressed in jammies and pink fuzzy slippers.Whatever your age when horses first entered your life, someone was probably there to usher you through the basics of both rudimentary care and riding. My first legitimate horse contact came late - in my 20s, but fate plunked me right down less than a mile from a horseman’s horseman. He quickly sized me up as being fervently clueless and from the start was astoundingly generous with both his time and knowledge.
I’d known him less than a week when the phone rang around midnight. I’d had a hard day trying to dig post holes in rocky pasture and had finally fallen asleep. When I picked up the receiver, it was Leonard. “What are your horses doing right now?” No greeting. I mumbled something like, “Uh, eating or sleeping?” He said, “The last thing you do before you brush your teeth and get into bed is check your...