I'm having a hard time these days keeping up with all of you other horse bloggers, although I'm trying! I love the idea of the blogosphere as a conversation between bloggers, and there are so many good stories out there. Molly over at Holamole has written a beautiful piece about her first horse.

She was considered a "grade mare" or even a funny looking stage-coach horse by the other barn girls.

My first horse was a thirteen-year-old buckskin quarterhorse named "Trigger." He knew his name. Would come when you called like a large dog, so there was no getting around the whole Roy Rogers thing, as embarassing as it was. The day he was delivered, I remember standing outside along the rural highway underneath the gnarled pear tree (Out of which my mom got many delicious cans of pear preserves over the years. Ever eat those? Muy delicioso!), waiting for the red truck and trailer that I knew was coming with my horse. Lucky I didn't have Trigger at a boarding stable, or I can just imagine the barn girls that Molly so aptly describes sniggering at him and his silly name. He was not very elegant. But it didn't matter. I adored him.

We all decided she was a cross between a Belgian and a Quarter Horse. I didn't care what she was. I just wanted to be with her as much, as often, and as long as I could.

I am always intrigued with what Molly has to say about the inside vs. the outside. Read it all.

And I'd love to hear about your first horse.