A couple of years ago, I found a “free horse.” She had been emaciated, abused, and then neglected for the first four years of her life. Eager to provide a better home for her, I took her.
Previously, I had owned horses and I have dealt with many problem horses, but Calypso was different. Nearly as wild as a mustang and as hungry as a fox in a hen house, I soon became quite aware that there really is no such thing as a “free” horse. She was quickly depleting my horse budget. More than anything, though, she was eating up my time and energy.
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