Here is another picture of Akita and me – 11 years old. I chose her name from a book about Indian words, and Akita means “to try for”.
Every day when I opened the stall door, she was sprinting out into the aisle, then out the end of the barn. I had to get quick and coordinated, in order to get the mare haltered and outside before she stomped me in her upset moments. I have since been with other week old thoroughbred foals, and they just up and run, fun bursts of speed and freedom.