Some people have expressed concern over the perception that I have unceremoniously dumped my boyfriend, because he is old and his legs don't work so well anymore, in favor of a younger and more handsome model.
This is not the case. Katanga is just not boyfriend material. He is way too needy. He needs me to be brave for him because he is about as ball-less as they come. Stationary items, lying motionless on the ground, send the fear of GOD into his little pea brain.
You have no idea how annoying that is, especially when the first thing your trainer asks you to do to warm up for jumping is canter him over a pile of poles on the ground. Most horses would be bored stiff by such a task; Katanga needs me to prod him with everything I've got just to get anywhere close to it. No balls I tell you! None!
I still see Millbrook every Saturday and give him cookies and it breaks my heart to see the longing look he gives me as I walk past him with a halter intended for Katanga. I'm still in search of a nice person with horse property to give him the happy retirement I am unable to afford. He deserves it so.
He is still, and will always be, one of the best partners I've ever had, and Katanga is so not my boyfriend.
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