This
painting reminds me of a horse that I grew up with named Missy and what a
story she had! Missy was labeled an outlaw and had injured many men. As
a result they were going to (what they refereed to as ,"put her down").
My sister was able to get this beautiful horse and owned her until she
passed away of old age. Missy was so intelligent and turns out she did
not like men at all. If you were even a little scared, you couldn't ride
Missy, she would relish in that fact and torture her potential rider
until they would coward away. My best riding experiences growing to
adulthood was with this horse and we explored everywhere. I was afraid
of saddles and I think Missy liked the freedom, I know I did. Missy
always looked out for me and when I was about 9 years old, I Snuck out
into the pasture and climbed on her back...backwards! She galloped me
straight to the fence...and I held onto her tail! There was never a dull
moment nor a dull ride when Missy was around. RIP...Missy.
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