|Learning to stand at the mounting block.|
When I walked in, he was looking over the gate.
"Stormkite!" I said.
"Amy!" he said.
Well, no, he didn't, actually. But it seemed like he did. He definitely recognized me.
He was probably surprised to see me there. Maybe had decided he would never see me again. Who knows?
From his perspective, first his big sister, Dee, went away with me in the trailer and never came home. Several months later, I put him in the trailer and took him to a strange new place, and who should be there, but Dee! Then I disappeared for a month, only to reappear suddenly on this unseasonably warm Saturday in January.
He was a very good boy as he showed off for me, carrying Ashley and listening to her commands so diligently that at one point when she said, "HO-ho," asking him to stop, he halted so abruptly he made us both laugh.
|He's got "whoa."|
Stormkite has come a long way since I dropped him off in December, and this is just the beginning for him. I hope this is the start of many years of a good and productive life for this sweet and bratty little paint horse.
|Striving for balance at the trot.|