when i was little i used to beg my dad for a horse. we lived in a neighborhood and there was no place for one. i even tried to bargain with my future husband's dad (i didn't know he'd be my future paw-in-law at the time)to let me keep one in their pasture. i read books about girls and their ponies. alas, it wasn't meant to be.
now, i still ride by other peoples pastures full o'horses and wish that that was my pasture. but sometimes i get the nerve up to ask them if i can stop and pet them and take their photographs. photographs of the horses, that is. so a big ole thank you to joey chassion and his purty horses. t.r., the horse, was like a big puppy. he followed us around and would nudge us to give him love. we obliged.
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