I am Katie

I am an introvert, and I would rather listen than speak. I am pretty sure I am my mom’s favorite because she is my favorite. When I first met Tiffany, she was so quiet and gentle. She let me stand next to her and didn’t require physical contact like a lot of people that wanted to buy me. I knew she was my human before she did. When we finally started working together, I told her very clearly that if she wasn’t 100% grounded, I was not interested in talking to her; if she was thinking about another horse, she didn’t need to be near me. It was me or them, not both at the same time. One day, she took me away from my herd and put me in a stall at a new farm. She spent all day with me and worked and learned and played and I got scared a couple of times and she stayed with me and told me she would be brave enough for both of us. We had so much fun. We worked extremely hard and I got a lot of pampering. The food was amazing, and my stall was so clean. I knew I had found the right person. After her accident, we did less riding and working and more communicating. She started thinking her words instead of speaking them out loud. I couldn’t believe she was finally speaking my language. I want to be close to her all the time now. We still ride sometimes, and I am on my best behavior, and when we are done, we talk, and she lets me graze and relax while we talk. I always know when she is a little bit off, so I use my energy to bring her back to normal.