Fido the horse

I remember when I was a child, pulling grass and being careful to hold my palm flat so the big horse wouldn't bite off my fingers. I remember the same horse steping on my foot and immediately relieving himself like a garden hose. Ouch and Yuck. Who knew they were so heavy or so full of it. But all the same, there was an undeniable attraction to these big animals that always came to the fence to meet you. Kind of like a big dog. Fido the horse.
My wife loves horses. She loves me too, but I speak, so I am at a disadvantage. I don't mind sharing my wife with the horse because I know he can't fit in our bed. Seriously, I see the smile he brings to my wifes face. I only now that the horse will always be apart of our family. I buy and feed him carrots on Saturdays. He is a gentle, sweet horse that puts his head in my shoulder. I'm still careful with my fingers and watch where I put my feet. I've made peace with Fido the horse.

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