Monday, May 01, 2017


I had a lot of other things to write about. One of those things of course was photography and my trip to the east coast of Wisconsin....

However as soon as I returned I was tossed into 12 hr night/day shifts and time got lost somewhere.

Hubby decided to go to an auction. He and I had discussed at length the prospect of getting a pony. I didn't want to go through raising a foal and training it again. I've done that so many times over the past um... well, I've had something 'in' training since I was 36.
We discussed the fact that the neighbor kids had expressed an interest in learning to ride. [The older grand kids learned last summer on Fred and he was so perfect.]

Fred the mule is our perfect teacher. He is pony sized and ultra patient. However he is also aged and even though he shows no ill health, being 30ish is sort of old.
He has given so many people their very first rides that I've lost count.

I wanted a horse pony since I was a little kid. Not the fancy Welsh pony or the Shetland kind. Just a small horse.
I am a small person.

I've also been going over the idea of getting back into 4H as a leader. I enjoyed it so much when my kids were in it. Having a pony/small horse would fit right in to my plans.

We did quite a bit of searching and found some nice pony sized horses. Nothing quite fit the bill. I wasn't looking for a fancy show pony but something I'd use as well as be able to teach with.

Hubby went to an Amish horse auction. I stayed home to recover from some 12 hr shifts and take a hike. I know Rich is very particular when looking at animals, I was pretty sure that he'd come home soon.

I went hiking and found some false morels as well as 3 small greys.

Rich came home and stated that he'd bought a pony and had his eye on another one.
I was surprised.

I went back with him and found #115. That was the sticker on her rear end.

When we got her home the neighbors came down for a look see. She stepped off the trailer and looked around. She quietly surveyed the area and all of the commotion from the honking donkeys to Little Richard's shrill whinney.
There was a new kid on the block and everyone had a voice in it.

"What are you going to call her?" Everyone asked, "What's her name?"
Well I'd thought about that.
I looked her over and ran my hand down her back. It stopped at the sticker.

"Her name is 115 or Fifteen for short." Rich nodded, he was used to me giving animals strange names.

And Fifteen has been home for two days now. She has shown us a very high degree of smarts. It takes a lot to impress a mule man.

Fifteen is doing just that.

I can't wait to work with her.

Welcome home Fifteen!


The Dancing Donkey said...

Congratulations on the new addition. I hope you have much fun with her. I think you would be an excellent 4-h teacher and would enjoy it.

Val Ewing said...

I enjoyed being a leader and a teacher years ago and would love to do it again.

Lori Skoog said...

What a great name! Can't wait to see more photos.