Today I saw my horse. She's an American Bashkir Curly Horse, and yes she actually has a curly coat! I bet you never heard of a poodle-horse before! Haha. But in the spring she loses most of her curls. Carly's basically a Mustang, the breed of horse that still runs in a few wild herds in the United States. Carly is short and stocky, with a neat color of red with white flecks (this is called a roan coat- they also come in blue [really gray]). Carly also has a lot of opinions about a lot of things. I gave Carly her grain and some grass pellets, and brushed her a lot with the shedding comb. When I am with my horse, my head gets so quiet. My PTSD symptoms literally disappear, for the time I am with her. I don't even mind spending over an hour combing every burr out of her mane and tail. Carly is the biggest slow-poke of a horse you ever saw. When I ride her, she stops a lot. Or refuses to go in a straight line. Or both. She's not used to being ridden much, and even before I got her she didn't get saddled up very often for many years. And she likes it that way. Carly will go on a trail ride if I make her, but really prefers being petted while eating a bucket of grain. What a life! I worry a whole lot about possible upcoming emergency vet bills, as I am homeless and really, really struggling financially. But Carly helps to keep me going, so I would never give her up. We mean a lot to each other.