His name was Sad Sack. The first time I saw him, I started to cry. He had been so neglected, with lack of food and loving that he could hardly stand, much less fight the touch of man.
He was two years old and very roughly trained at this point. The owner of the barn had taken Sad Sack out of the killer lot.
I had to wait until I had raised my four girls and moved to Idaho before I was able to get my first horse and this was him. I was told that all he needed was some groceries and a lot of loving. He was right!
After a lot of groceries and the larger amount of loving, Sad Sack would do anything for me. And he loved me back.
We we happy and light of heart just to ride together. No matter in the mountains, of the Teton's, or down a dirt road.
I started to call him Therapy because he was as much therapy for me as I was for him. We matured together in the ways of learning all the horse stuff that both horse and rider learns together.
With the help of several horse friends, both animal and people, we have loved for the longest time.
Therapy is the horseman of all time.
Ellie Frame
Rigby, Id.
