Karen, my first ever horse (a 'papered' gift from my husband after literally years of horse envy) was a butthead and we never really connected. I ended up giving her to a horse-crazy young girl who absolutely loved her. My last horse (a neglected runty mutt) was a sweetheart, came running when you called his name, ran his heart out against much bigger animals, but jumped at a butterfly. I miss ol' Wally.
