Ah, Magic!
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…