Book Tag...or how to avoid doing chores

I brought home a load of firewood this afternoon and wasn't very motivated to stack it, so I decided to take a little online break first. Carolyn over at A Glowing Ember had posted a book tag that helped me procrastinate a little longer.

Here are the rules:
Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the next two to five sentences.
Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book or the intellectual one:
Pick the Closest.
Tag five people to do the same.

As did Carolyn, I'm going to leave the tag open to anyone who'd like to play along.

So here's the book that was sitting closest to the computer - I had been reading it to Lyle at bedtime.



From page 56...
He consistently displayed the same quiet behavior with every horse (and person, for that matter) that he came in contact with. If a horse like Pete came at him in an effort to ruin his day, he would basically shrug it off, using the least amount of energy necessary to defuse the situation. It never seemed like a big deal to him, so he never made it a big deal or allowed it to turn into one. While Buck consistently used the least amount of energy to accomplish the most, Pete used the most energy and accomplished the least!

I can't begin to explain how much I've learned about horses from reading Mark Rashid's books. There are four others on my shelf: "Considering the Horse," "Horses Never Lie," "A Good Horse is Never a Bad Color," and "Big Horses, Good Dogs & Straight Fences." There's not a single how-to lesson in any of them - they are just collections of well-told stories about the horses Mark has met or trained, the mistakes he has made with them, and the lessons he has learned. I've read each of them over and over and learn something new every time. Attending one of Mark's weeklong clinics is on my bucket list.

So of course when I picked up the book to see what was on page 56, I had to stop and read the whole chapter...and the next one...and the next one, thanking Carolyn the entire time that she'd given me the perfect excuse to leave that firewood right where it was.

Alas, it will not unload itself and break time is over. At least I will be toasty warm when I curl up in my chair beside the wood stove tonight to keep reading this book.