If Wishes Were Horses… But They Are!
Can I have this horse? Please? Hopefully my dear husband isn’t going to read this… He’d freak out!
“You need another horse like a hole in the head!”
That’s the reply I’d get. Hmmph. I don’t need any more horses, not until I can sell a couple that I already have. Today’s horse market sure isn’t helping much and of course there’s the whole I’m attached factor. Aaahhh well… this cute little mare is seven years old, half mustang, half arabian. Perfect for when my darling daughter comes of age. There’s a twelve year old riding her now and she’s very well broke, obviously. Oh, and it doesn’t help that she’s close by.
This is her daughter “Dandy,” a red dun filly who is 3/4 arabian and 1/4 mustang. Gorgeous little lady if you ask me! So, if you’d like information on how to find Dandy I’ll let you know, but don’t even try to beat me to “Annie.” Did I tell you the mare’s name is Annie?! Ha! That’d be funny… I already have a daughter and a horse named Annie! Just one more thing for my dear husband to argue about. 😉
Oh why do I have to be cursed into this whole “horse lovers” club? And my poor daughter Annie is born into it, the same as I was. She has no future… no future at all.
If someone could just give me their permission to go and buy this horse, I’ll tell my husband that I got permission from one of my blog readers and that’ll be reason enough… right?