Never Satisfied

Root Beer is Megan’s 23-year-old horse. No one has ridden him in around ten years, and he probably wouldn’t let anyone on him now if they tried. He's basically a big, spoiled pet. He stays in our fenced area that is mostly wooded, with a small pond and an old barn. Our neighbor, Gloria, no longer has horses and has been gracious enough to let him roam in her pasture. A small iron gate separates us and any time it's closed, Root Beer stands near it longing to access the other side and pouting until someone finally opens it. Sometimes, he puts on quite a show as he runs into the pasture being vocal and throwing a few kicks along the way. I often wonder if he's showing his excitement or if he's letting me know just how frustrated he is with me for leaving him locked behind the gate for so long. You would think a horse that has hay, is fed grain daily, and has a pasture all to himself would be satisfied. A recent Saturday mending fences proved otherwise. There...