My Funny Horse In The House!

by Christina Martin
(British Columbia, Canada)

Yukon Jack, a Canadian. Born here, he never had a bad day in his life, and it showed. People were not something to be wary of, but just put on earth for his entertainment and to feed him, of course!

They say Canadians in general are very people-oriented, and our baby certainly was! I'll never forget the day when the satellite guy came - imagine: a big black stallion appears on the horizon 300 m away. Raises his head, comes thundering down the hill, all by himself - squeals to a stop in front of (terrified) satellite guy, shaking his big mane. Gives a little sniff to check him out. Wheels around, thunders back to herd (behind the hill). That was Yukon. Anything for a lark.

He always followed us around the yard, for hours, and I had to hurry to close the door or he would try to come in. One day, I didn't make it.....

Beside him is a mirror, so I had to back him out wedged in that narrow hallway, between the mirror and the glass door and 20 jackets, and back him down over three steps!

The fact I still took the time to take a photo (with flash, no less!) tells you how cool he was. I had to 'NO, NO!" him so he didn't come into the kitchen. It was less than two feet wide there with the toolbox in the way, so I didn't think he'd fit.

I often see him at the back door hoping for another opportunity!