I can remember the last time I saw Walt. It was 1984. I had completed university studies and was about to head off to Canada to take up a job offer as a postdoctoral fellow. His twin brother, Amos had died 3 years earlier
A lady wrote to me and asked for advice. She wants to take up competitive dressage but keep true to her belief in the principles of good horsemanship. I think it is an issue many people wrestle with at some point in their horse career.
I look back now at what the old man did and feel ashamed that at the time I never appreciated my good fortune at having Walt and Amos in my life. The way they guided and guarded me was enough to make a fellow think they cared.
I didn’t have much to do with Moz in the coming months, but would occasionally see Walt take him out on a trail ride or play with kneeling him down or load him onto the old truck. I never really thought much at all about Moz until one day Walt approached me about him.
