THE NEIGHBOR'S HORSE

Whenever the neighbors go on a  trip they ask me to feed their horse, named Spring.   Spring is over 20 years old, blind in one eye and was abused in her younger days, mostly by neglect.    The neighbors took her in and brought her back to health.   Spring has her own pasture, barn and shares it all with the deer that jump the fence and browse in her pasture.    One thing for sure is Spring wants her daily ration of hay served in a timely manner each evening.    When I drive down to feed her, she is waiting by the fence wondering why I am late.   As I enter her domain she leads me to the barn and circles twice around the barn as I go inside to get a couple of flakes from the bales and put them in her box.    She knows my truck and car whenever I drive by the pasture.   Some times when the neighbors are late with her feeding and I drive by, she is at the fence and gives me that look of, "are you going to feed me?"   As I go down the road and look back, I see a disgusted look on her face.