Pippy

I hadn't realized how terribly neglected my poor little blog was. I mean the one and a half of you that might actually read this have probably already given up on me. But here, appropriately is my first post with actual pictures:

Anyways, you think that I own a Pregnant (yay) mare. That is not true any more, because on April 21, 2011, Pippy was born.



Now, the deal was, I breed sissy to a stunning Stallion named Zorro Dan Quincy, and the baby would be for sale. I spent 11 months praying for a rotten little colt that we could sell no problem. Who would be gorgeous and go to a show family, but who would not instill much of a desire in me to keep.

And then Pippy was born.



She is a tall, stunning red head with her dad's gorgeous short back, and her mom's beautiful face.

And, unfortunately for me, she also inherited both parent's personality.

Pippy is the little filly that will walk up to you, when she is out in the large pasture with her mommy and two aunties. She likes to be scratched...everywhere. She also picks up all four of her feet and lets me clean them. She is almost 2 months old and is almost halter broke. I mean she is the smartest and sweetest little thing.

And I absolutely love her. And everyone who meets her absolutely loves her. She is precious, and perfect. Which means I have another horse.

Bless Peter's heart, someone asked: "when are you going to sell her?" and he chimed right in, "when she is 37!" Do you see why I love him?

Pippy is such an angel, that we don't even have her right now. My parents were going to bring her and her mom down last weekend, but they chickened out and brought their older mare instead. There were all sorts of pretences and "well the grass would be good for Pepsi..." but the truth of the matter is that my parents hate to see her go. As much as I would love to be around her every single day, I can't blame them...



...I mean look at those faces!