There’s no such thing as a perfect horse, but if you’re lucky, you’ll find a horse that’s perfect for you and if you do, it’s a gift. In my case, it was literally a gift, as my dad bought not only Sunday, but all the other horses we have or have had in Wyoming. Although Sunday wasn’t, strictly speaking, my horse only, she was, for all intents and purposes, mine.
Still beautiful at 25 or so (Sunday, not me.)
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