I don’t particularly like horses. Or, dislike them, for that matter. However, my wife is absolutely batty about them. Street rods, old muscle cars, or old motorcycles are more to my taste. In order to enjoy some guilt free time in the garage, the wife was encouraged to pick up a hobby. Well, the only one she was interested in was horses. Encouraging her to pick something cheaper like a heroin addiction, or collecting DaVinci artwork, was a fruitless endeavor.
Time passed, and my wife desired a second horse so we could ride together.