We go back in time to March of 2009. A friend from work has a 7 month old bay Quarter Horse filly, Gracie, she is looking to re-home. I have been dwelling and deliberating for months. Do I want her? I decide to go meet her. I find a gangly, goofy, dirty-looking filly covered in her winter woolies.
But she has a cute face.
She is silly. She has this face where she looks like a donkey. It is most unattractive.
She is also ornery. Stubborn and pigheaded. She is not inclined to listen. When I picked up her hoof, she tries to drop to her knees and lay down. When this doesn’t convince me to let go of “her” hoof, she nibbles on my shoe. I poke her in the muzzle, demand respect, and she yields. Albeit, begrudgingly.
I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t need another horse. She is a brat. Pushy, obstinate, hardheaded, but surprisingly sweet. Based purely on “baby squee” impulse and being a dumb horse-crazy 19 year old, I decide, on this cold, wet, day in March of 2009, to take home a cute, snotty, 7 month old bay Quarter Horse filly named Gracie.
And she still makes the most unattractive donkey faces.
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