Some time ago, we visited a horse farm with our friends. Tomorrow, the pony that Josie loved best that day is going up for auction. His name is Rupert, and he is deaf.
It is tempting.
But we really can't.
It's amazing, how something can come in a message out of nowhere , and lift you up for a second, then you revel in the possibilities - turning them over in your mind and thinking if you just try hard enough, it can happen. Then reality sets in, and we remember that we're just not able to run out and buy our daughter a pony.
We're sorry, Rupert. We're sorry Josie.
*This just in...Rupert is NOT going to auction. This morning, after they clipped him up and gave him a good bath, they realized how flashy and good he looked and figured he had potential as a show pony.
Go Rupert! Go Rupert! Go Rupert!
