I signed Ellie up for a pony camp!
She gets her own pony for a week.
Where I am sure she will groom and saddle and ride.
And fall in love.
I knew I was in the right place
when we open the barn door and a big ol' friendly chocolate lab sauntered over.
Her name was Logan.
And I fell in love.
With the smell of the barn.
With the look of excitement on Ellie's little face.
With the thought of the teeny tiny cowboy boots she will wear.
With the idea of a week I know she will love.
It is not until July.
That's a loooonnnggg time away.
She is beyond excited.
And I am jealous as hell.
I asked if I could sign up too.
And the lady at the barn laughed at me.
I wasn't joking.
I guess I will have to live vicariously through this one.
I told Chris last night at dinner that he better hope against hope that she doesn't want to get seriously involved with the whole horse thing.
Cause I could get seriously involved with the whole horse thing.
She could get Emmie.
Or about 13 others.
Personally, I am hoping for Penny.
I have always been a sucker for white horses.
They are lucky after all.