Our relationship sort of went the other way around. I was around horses and riding all my life and so was my husband. He and his sister showed on the Arabian circuit some as teenagers.

He still has his OLD Arabian mare at his parents house. She's basically one of the cows. The first time the mare and I met she tried to take a chunk out of my thigh. We tried to go trail riding a couple of times and since my horse was a warmblood and fit him better he would ride Mojo and I would ride his little Arab mare (or try to). Only, that horse hates me. She would flat out refuse to move forward, spin in circles, pin her ears, anything she could think of not to go out on a trail ride. When he gets on her his feet practically drag the ground but she's a perfect angel.

That horse is a WITCH. After seven years I can ride her, and she'll tolerate my being around, but she makes it very obvious which one of us she loves. I'm kind of jealous.