I have decided that there are very few Things in this world you can count on.
I can count on Al to want a carrort or to munch on grass. I can count on him to listen to my problems with only the occassional whinny or snort as comment. It seems lately I can't count on much else.
A horse for instance is unpredictable by nature. It's very being made to flee at the first sign of danger or trouble. And yet it will stand and charge out of loyalty and love for its rider and friend.
I rather think I'm similar in this way. Not that I am owned, but that my very first instinct is to turn tail and flee. Unless there is a strong pull to turn and fight. Unfortunately, if the person you are fighting for doesn't fight for you, the first reaction to turn and run may have been the safer choice.
