Post Traumatic Equine Disorder

You should be strolling fields of wildflower munching heavenly grasses sun polishing your satin flanks sipping from a lily pond running the hills-full throttle tail twitching happiness rubbing necks with a favorite mare friend... Instead, your prodded into a war zone bricks and rocks smacking ribs ears rattling from bullhorns-sirens-egos Shattering glass -shaking tear gas from your wild brown eyes. Trying to figure out the scene these crazy-crazy human beings.. After the carnage-back to the stalls for all your blood and troubles your gifted a big bloody New York apple.. Who to trust from now on horse scars heal slowly very slowly if ever Post traumatic equine disorder.