Horses: dreaming of summer/dreaming of snow

Such beautiful animals and such a sociable lot. They make friends and keep them, seeking each other out and going into sad decline when one is deprived of the other. They stand in summer, back end to front, front end to back, each using its tail to flick flies from its companion’s face. I have never had a horse but remember almost every time I have ridden, a fearless sack of potatoes bouncing on the poor animal's back wanting to run with it into cowgirl sunset.