Monday, April 6, 2009
The Police Horse
Saturday when we went to Main Street, I had just left Picassa's Coffee Shop where we parked and ventured out to see what the Scottish Festival was all about. This police horse was tied to the post and her owner, a police officer was standing there enjoying a cup of coffee. I asked him if he knew when the parade was going to start and he told me it was already over. I asked him if he minded if I took a picture of his horse. This started a conversation about his horse. He told me she was 23 years old and meant the world to him. He bought her when she was young and she had been his partner for many years. He said she had seen him through some pretty tough nights down on Main Street where a lot of bars are. She helped him get though some bar fights and kept him in check when he needed it, he said. We had a general conversation about animals and how they have a sense about them. They know things and sense danger and have a way of communicating with us if we let them. He told me he had just had to put his dog to sleep, and it just about killed him. He also told me that the average life for horses was 25 and she was 23. She looked like she was in excellent health. Her hoofs were shiny and her coat shiny. I wished I had asked him her name but didn't. Since she was shiny, I will call her Shiny. I wasn't aware of how police horses were cared for. He told me that each officer that uses a horse for their duty can buy their own, as he did, and that way they have a strong bond with them. The Police Department has a place that they are kept and cared for and trained. We started getting interrupted by people needing to ask him questions, so I thanked him for sharing his story about his horse and went on my way. She was a beauty, whatever her name was. Maybe I will run into him again someday and ask him her name.