I consider myself an extremely lucky person because of all these great people in my life. I’m so grateful to know them. I truly lucked out. When we moved to PEI we were finally living the dream. We bought a mini farm and I got 1, then 2, then 3 horses. Wow! Life was going to be perfect! NOT! Even though I had a lot of riding experience and was crazy about horses my entire life, I really didn’t have a clue what I was doing when it came to having horses of my own. So by some stroke of luck this group of horse people took this city girl under their wing and helped me muddle through this horse ownership thing. And let me tell you straight, I could not have done it without them. If you think you want to move to the country and get yourself some horses, check with me first! It’s great, but it is not at all what you think it’s going to be.
So my farrier is the best. No, seriously, the best.
Ron Harris knows horses. Loves horses. He has a ton of really impressive experience but you won’t hear it from him. I had to get that information from some other amazing horsey friends. A few years back I had a mini horse who had the worst case of laminitis, which of course I didn’t know much about other than from books and the Internet. Ron took such good care of her (and me) until the inevitable came and she had to be put down.
Another reason I love Ron is this. When you are a city person who moves to the country and gets involved with horses, and you don’t really know what you are doing, a lot of people will make fun of you. A lot of people do not understand why someone like myself would own a horse and not ride it. I get this attitude from people all the time. They don’t get that horses are not about riding. Horses are about so much more than that. Ron gets that. He has always been so helpful and supportive and understands what a horse gives you beyond the saddle.
So I went over to Handibear Hill Horse Sanctuary yesterday to visit and take some photos of Ron when I heard he was going to be there doing feet. He is such a great guy.
