"I still love and fondly remember a horse named Boston which I rode a quarter century ago. Love that horse. He loved to jump. With or without a rider."
Love that Boston jumped with or without a rider. Quite a guy! That really made me smile.
Years ago I rode and rode and rode and....well, you know, a horse named Topper. Finest horse I ever knew. Handsome dapple grey fellow w/ super gaits and a sweetheart temperament.
Topper and I were once rear-ended by a novice rider who plowed into the back of him/us at a full canter. He bolted, I fell under him - but only because I wasn't at full attention. He stopped within a few feet, walked back to where I was, and sniffed my face. Swell fella in every way.
On the few occasions when I was riding another horse in stadium jumping, Boston would jump into the ring, riderless, and follow us through the jumps.
He was priceless, a true champion.