This isn’t the post I planned to write. Teddy was the horse we plucked out of a field with his ribs showing in desperate need of some...

As I walk into the barn each morning and breathe in the smell of horses, my blood pressure drops. The hustle bustle of life and all of...

I crept quietly into the barn at 5:45 am. All the horses were nestled down in their stalls. Teddy was curled up sleeping. I went into...