Saturday, October 31, 2009

The day it all began October 23-2009

It's been over a week now since I saved his life.
Bashful was headed for the slaughter house
not because he was old, crippled, ugly or useless -
he was simply misunderstood.
He's not crazy.
He's no more dangerous than any other horse sold that day.
He doesn't have a mean bone in his body.
His name is Bashful for a reason
and this is his story.