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#325 Steph The Horse Comes First

My first husband didn't understand that the horse comes first, so although Nimrod lived for 35 years, the marriage only 13.

Steph

My love of animals started at birth I think, particularly horses. Every birthday I expected to see a pony in the field behind our house, bought for me by my mother (who also loved horses). Of course that never happened as we had no money! I bought my first horse, Nimrod, as a foal. My first husband didn't understand that the horse comes first, so although Nimrod lived for 35 years, the marriage only 13. Happily I married again, this time with a more understanding partner. Several horses and 2 lovely children later we are still married. I don't have a horse to ride anymore, they are pets really, many relaxing hours are spent shovelling muck. They are calming creatures, Molly is a mule - mules live a long time. My son says "I think it will be a nice thing to do, looking after a mule when you're 90!"

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#325 Steph The Horse Comes First

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