Why horses are the best

I've had a long, rough week (finals, friend drama, sickness, etc), and I went out this morning to ride my horse. Starla normally treats me as her human slave, designed to clean her up and feed her at her whim. Her general facial expression suggests that if she could talk, she would be saying, "MORE CARROTS, HUMAN!"

This morning though, I think she got that I've had just about as much as I could handle this week, and she was all nuzzle-y and cute. She kept resting her head on my back while I did her feet and pressing her face against my tummy while I was grooming her. Pretty damn cute, and why I'm willing to put half of the money I get each month into keeping her happy and healthy.

Though in reality, this probably wasn't her being cute so much as searching my pockets for food, but I'll take it.

She would eat me if I tasted like peppermint, licorice, or molasses. Luckily, I don't.