Chapter 7Lake
Meeting all the horses, donkeys, and goats was interesting. They were very different from one another and how they wanted to be treated.
Theo talked me through each of their stories as if he was a tour guide, which, in a way, he kind of was.
“So what do you do when you deem them rehabilitated enough?” I asked while we walked three horses—two for Theo, one for me—to the pasture for the day.
“Depends. Some we sell to families, others go to be therapy horses. We sold a draft horse a few years back to this family who wanted to live off grid and didn’t want to get a tractor.” Theo chuckled as he closed the gate behind the horses. “He’s still very happily doing the heavy stuff there, or so I hear.”
“That’s nice.”
We walked back to move the next batch and then the next one, un
