They call me Thor.
This week Hoover has been in the field for few hours each day. Sometimes he lies down because his feet hurt, but mostly he stands and grazes like a real horse. I love it when Hoover is in the field. Instead of laying down in his turnout and being hand fed by humans, he is out with us, grazing, playing, and being a horse. Truthfully, one of the causes of my anxiety has been about whether Hoover would ever be able to come with me daily in the pasture. I am a naturally wild and free horse, but Hoover needs so much help. Hoover coming into the pasture is where we meet in the middle. I guess being friends is about compromise.
Mostly the other horses are great around Hoover. Finn especially seems to know that Hoover needs to be around horses, but is not strong enough for real horse play. Finn grazes near Hoover and gently rubs his neck, as he does mine. Finn is the bomb!!! Today, Echo, a very frisky guy, was bothering Hoover and I had to step in. I am Thor!!! But it was worth it. Hoover knows I am here so he doesn’t worry, and I am happy he is in the field. Soon, I hope, I will show Hoover the high pasture…
I am Thor and I am an Equamore horse.
