You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the two of you onto this marvelous partnership that makes you wonder, "What can heaven offer any better then what I have here on earth?".
You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the two of y… - Monica Dickens
You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the two of y…
- Monica Dickens
Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning stables. - Monica Dickens
Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning stables.
Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of your own head. Very selfi… - Monica Dickens
Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of your own head. Very selfi…
Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease. - Monica Dickens
Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease.
No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them. - Monica Dickens
No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them.
Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me. - Monica Dickens
Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me.
Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells. - Monica Dickens
Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.
The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow. - Monica Dickens
The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow.
We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength. - Monica Dickens
We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength.
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