I begged, pleaded, and cried for my own horse growing up. I never got it. One Christmas my dad had bought hay to put in the dog houses. I was CONVINCED I was getting a pony for Christmas, I had just read a book, maybe Summer Pony, so the idea of the horse living in my garage didn't seem so far fetched. At the time I was always so mad at my parents for not getting me my own horse (I leased an Appy named Misty, I'll tell her story someday) but I appreciate Denali that much more. She is mine, and she picked me. Things happen for a reason (and believe me I HATE THAT SAYING!!) but it is true.
I also want to say a huge thank you and welcome to Yukon's new mom!! He was adopted yesterday! (*insert loud clapping here*)There are no words to describe how happy I am for him (and for you!) He is an amazing boy and deserves to be treated like such.
Thank you everyone!
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Nice, and you made it to 50+ followers. Congrats.
I'm a brand new reader of your blog :) I just wanted to say congrats on finding your guy a home! I wish I would have been along on your journey, but I have a lot of past-reading to get caught up! :)
Welcome Cuppycake! Yukon is a LONG story! He was never "mine" although I wish he was! I leased him, I moved, he was abandoned, rescued and NOW adopted!! I'm so happy for him!
Thanks for joining!! Welcome to our ride!
I can SO identify with your frustration with your parents. I had the same problem. In England in the '70s there used to be an annual competition - "Win A Pony" - of course I entered every year. Every year I was convinced I'd won and every year I was bitterly disappointed and continued to make do with one ride a week at my local stables and the rest of the weekend 'helping out'
I eventually bought my own pony when I was in my early forties and, boy, did I appreciate her. I'm now on my third and he's definitely a keeper.
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