Glenn’s story is an interesting one, and if you have a pack of beer and some time to kill, he can tell you some fascinating tales. My life intersected with Glenn’s before I was even born; it was the early 80’s, and my parents were building their first home together. My father placed an ad in the local newspaper seeking help, and Glenn responded, telling my father that he was quite handy (which later turned out to be a supreme understatement). That year, a friendship formed, and Glenn has been part of our lives since. Glenn has worked with my father, a builder, and years later, he cared for my horse, Breeze, at his stable for much of her life. I am so fortunate that I was able to board Breeze with Glenn, as he truly is a horse whisperer; he knows and understands horses better than anyone I have ever seen. 16 years ago, Glenn saved his beloved horse, Manoleto, from being sold to the horse meat market, then revived the dirty, neglected stallion and trained him over the next few years. The two developed a bond as well as a show routine, with Manoleto rearing to Glenn’s cue and counting out the number of beers in a 6 pack, among many other skills. Today, Manoleto is enjoying retirement with his best friend, Maggie, a paint, and of course, his longtime pal, Glenn. Enjoy a few pictures of our friend, Glenn, the truest Cowboy I’ve ever met.
All images copyright Brooke Tyson and Brooke Tyson Photography.