Magic and I have become best of friends these last months. Our stalls are next to each other—he has Hoover’s old stall with the great turnout. We graze together; we roll in the mud together; when the fields are too wet, we hang out in the arena together; and we go to the cross ties together to have our feet cleaned. While he teases me a bit about my crush on Bo, he understands my love of grey horses with bad feet! Magic loves it when I get my feet worked on. I have trained the people to feed me goodies while I quietly cooperate with them cleaning, trimming, or shoeing my feet. Since Magic is always there with me, the people give him treats, too, just because he is irresistible (the nipping may help a bit, too). Magic keeps telling me I need to get my feet worked on more often!—he loves it!
Hoover, if you can see me, I miss you but know you are happy for me. I am where you led me: the handsome, grey quarter horse you introduced me to has become my close friend, and I am calm. (Well, at least, for me I am calm—after all, I am still Thor!). I still have some tricks to play and a few things to sort out here, but life is good at the Sanctuary.
I am Thor and I am an Equamore horse
