Each time I had a dog in my life, and lost it, I have sworn not to get another, but somehow, I always cave.😠.

Henry? He was a guy that used to be around the place my friend and I kept our horses. Henry had a jerk for a brother who fancied himself as a horse trainer. He ended up riding my horse in a local show, and then beating him because he refused a jump. The refusal stemmed from improper training. Unfortunately, he terrorized my poor horse to the point that if he saw anything resembling a whip he would go berserk. Henry helped to reassure my horse over a long period. He was a gentle guy. I wasn’t riding because my leg was in a caste due to a fall.