I've blogged before about how our society (U.S., anyway) is awfully death-phobic and seems to have a lot of trouble just dealing with this simple fact of life. We've seen horses kept alive who were clearly suffering because an owner could not detach emotionally. We've discussed the problem of rescues pumping ridiculous amounts of money into a single horse who will never be rideable or usable despite the best vet care money can buy. Today I want to talk about a situation I find myself in that I think will be familiar to many of you.
(For those of you who feel the need to comment on these things, the reason I have a halter on under the bridle is that the reins are actually attached to it - the bit was just hanging in her mouth to accustom her to wearing one. She never did get used to it and got light in front whenever I tried, so that was when I purchased the bitless bridle that you've seen on the VLC.)