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I have written before about how enamored Natasha is with the “Big Dogs” (aka, horses) she sees grazing in the fields. She will race to the window of the car (well, as much as her seat belt allows movement) and stare at any horse she sees.
We were driving down the road in Asheville and a traffic light had turned red. In the right lane in front of us was a truck pulling a horse trailer with two horses in the back. Realizing that Natasha had never seen a horse this close before, I changed into the second lane and pulled the Jeep beside the horse trailer. A horse was perfectly positioned with its head facing Natasha only a couple of feet away.
Natasha smelled the horse first and her tail was wagging, but as we pulled up side by side – er, nose to nose for them – her tail paused. My girl rarely has a lack of confidence, but she froze and her eyes got really, really wide. She never flinched, never backed down even an inch, but she just stared at the horse who looked back at her.
The light turned green and we pulled off. Natasha just turned and looked at me in the most perfect, “Did you see that?” look.
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