As a kid I was a little horse crazy. I wrote about horses, read about horses, collected horses, all my art had horses in it... you get the idea. As it turns out, there is a nucleotide order in DNA that is directly related to being horse crazy, and I gave it to my daughter. A friend of mine stables horses just outside Fremont. She invited Annie and me (after all, I had to drive) over to see the horses, and Annie was hooked. My spoiled blessed little girl has her own saddle, grooming kit, riding accoutrements (which of course includes a pink riding crop), leg wraps, halter, lead rope...

She has fallen a couple of times, but she gets back on like a good equestrian should. It's amazing to see a five-year old girl cantering around the arena. Of course, this has all resulted in her believing that we need, need a horse. Ain't happenin'. I had horses as a kid, and I know how much work it would be. She actually scolds me at times for not fixing the barn up for a horse, and one time said that I must have worked on it, because it looked to her to be ready for stabling. Given that I haven't done anything to the barn in over four years, I'd say she's dreaming.

Annie & Topaz used to spend every Saturday together, but with the current schedule it's become a monthly thing. Fortunately, between the My Little Ponies and her Breyers she spends plenty of time living the horse dream. Although, I discovered her teacher asked her to get a non-horse book for once from the library...

Hoofin' it