Life has been hectic, no time for wrekkin'. But wanted to say Happy Holidays of
your choice to everyone here. Lets hope 2000 is full of sound horses, good
rides, the right kind of learning experiences, and maybe a good bogbash or two!
The last of the ponies, Bonnie and Sam, were sold and went to their new home in
Ohio last Thursday. They were both bought by the same family for their 11 yr
old daughter. I hope that they are all very happy. We miss them so much.
Non horse mothers measure their childrens growth in shoes, or marks on the
wal...I have always measured their growth by their ponies. The littlest, first
ones. On to the WT'ers. Then the medium's; then the large. No more ponies,
now. What a wistful milestone.
The ponies left early; I was up at 5; the sky was very dark and the stars
truly glittering. I saw shooting stars which made me smile yet moved me for no
clear reason. The pones were interested in seeing me so early. I brushed them
and combed out their tails etc one last time. Packed up their stuff. I am glad
they are gone; its a wonderful home and I am so relieved. But they will leave a
big hole. Bonnie has such a personality; I used to watch her play in the field
and she was so entertaining. Two geese landed there once and all the horses
were quivering at the far ends of their paddocks.. "you go!" "no, *you* go!"
scared to death of these strange things in the field. Bonnie, after a couple of
questioning steps and foot stamps, decided they were intruders of the lowest
order, bared her teeth, s*** her neck, and chased them across the five acres
at a dead run. The poor things about had a heart attack as she nipped at their
bums as they flew low. They just cleared the fence ahead of her. She stood at
the fence and stomped her foot. "And stay out!"
I have many cheerful memories of daughter Hannah sitting on the trailer at
shows or rallies, sharing her lunch with Bonnie. Bonnie waited patiently but
expectantly as HJ tore off pieces of her pizza or hamburger or bagel or
whatever. Just like two friends having a companionable chat, but one happened
to be a pony.
Bonnie would eat anything. Oreos. Turkey sandwiches. Big flat slices of
beefsteak tomatoes. Pickles. She was very polite, but always interested in what
you might be eating. Potato chips. Peanut m&ms. We never found anything she
wouldnt slurp right down, look brightly.."thanks! more? gee, dont mind if I
do!" She usually nickered to me, but she ALWAYS nickered to Hannah. She would
have carried HJ through fire.
Sammy was a Christmas present for Hannah three years ago. Her list that year
had 1. Sam 2. Sam 3. Sam. He was priced beyond what we could afford, and she
understood, but was hoping for a miracle. It happened, and I was able to bring
him home the 26. He was waiting in the stall when she came out to do chores
with me. What a great mom moment.
Hope everyone has a great holiday!
"Think of riding as a science, but love it as an art.." George Morris