My father was a horse trainer so it is apparently the horse for me, I mean a smaller horse. But that was impossible when I was a girl because we lived in a city apartment. But if we had a house on a big property, perhaps my dream would have been fulfilled because we had 2 race horses at that time, however, they were in a rented stable in the ranch.
When I married and lived in my husband's ancestral home, a block away was a hospital owned by a doctor who lived just beside that hospital. There I saw a gilr of about 12 with a little horse for a pet. The horse was white so it is very cute and nice to pet. I always see the girl either feeding the horse or walking it around they big yard. Until now, it is still a horse for me... that's aside from the dogs, of course.
