but had a swell one anyway. Not that he even wanted a pony, the newly minted 14 year old. Although I might. Hard to believe my youngest is now 14. Grateful the rain held off, a good time held by all, and as thunder rolls overheads, time to turn this puppy off.
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A belated happy day to him. I'm still waiting for that birthday pony or horse. :<) Though I did have a horse here for many years. We could hardly bear it when he died, so I don't think we'll have another - unless someone comes through on my birthday.
And a belated, quite!, thank you, Nan. A complicated last few weeks which will hopefully abate once summer is upon us in full swing.
I have never had the pleasure and privilege of knowing a horse well outside of literature - but I did cherish some fictional horses, Misty, Sea Star, Brighty (even though he was a donkey) quite deeply.
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