I'm at the office Christmas potluck luncheon yesterday, and everyone at the table is telling cute stories about their dogs. Specifically, about how cute their dogs are when they are feeling jealous. You know, Fluffy insists on sitting on my lap and is the only dog I'm allowed to pet when there's another dog in the room type of thing.

So following that train of thought, I tell a story about my husband's ultra jealous Polish Arabian mare, Miss Morningstar, who believes that she owns him heart and soul and doesn't even really like me around. And how when either he or I are brushing or paying attention to any of the other horses she will either 1) squeeze her saucy 800 pounds in between the other horse and you, demanding to be brushed; 2) stand behind you and bump you with her teacup muzzle until you can no longer ignore her or she's sent you flying halfway across the pasture; or 3) chase away with all the ferocity of a lioness any other horse who dares to get near you when she's feeling really territorial.

Now all of these folks have been in my office and have seen the big living-color photos of every horse I own or have owned in the recent past, and they look at me like I am lying or have a very fanciful and possibly overactive imagination. It strikes me that most non-horsepeople just don't have a clue as to the unique personalities of each and every horse and that they're just as personable, if not more so, than Fido. (And not to put down Fido, certainly. As you probably know if you've been reading for a while, I simply love and adore my dogs.) So most of the time, I just don't tell my horse stories, unless I'm with my horsey friends.

Has this ever happened to you? Anyway, this is one of the many reasons I started this blog. So I can talk about my beloved horses and equines in general (who are by the way one of God's greatest accomplishments) ad nauseaum without annoying anyone.