I guess there's more to wishing than we probably think. Maybe you have to be dedicated, like me, because not only did we get that kitten but at 10 1/2 I got to start taking riding lessons. I loved it so much, and the next 10 years were spent on pretty much only horses.
It's funny how the more things change, the more they stay the same. I don't live and breathe horse any more. I live and breathe baby. In fact, as shocking as this sounds to me, I basically haven't ridden in two years. Our old thoroughbreds are fat and happy and retired. Actually, they are probably a little less happy and retired than they could be, because now their days are rules by a certain sassy white Shetland pony named Victoria. You see, even though I don't live and breathe horse any more, these babies girls? They do.
For Bean's birthday, we let her paint her (borrowed, still) pony pink. Don't worry- it's just sugar-free pink Koolaid and water. Completely non-toxic, done basically the same way you'd dye your own hair with Koolaid. (Remember when that was the rage in like, '97?)
Sweet Pea was a little confused, but enjoyed it nevertheless. I think Victoria was also a little confused, but she'll never complain about extra attention or extra treats!
|Like our little redneck children?|
|Red pony frolicking!|
|Red pony kicking!|
|Red pony rolling!|
|Red pony shaking!|
|Red pony looking!|
|Red pony kissing!|
|Little kid laughing!|
|Little baby drying!|
|Funny kids riding!|