Something significant is about to happen. No, not the Olympics nor Americans coming to their senses, but a simple thing. My horse, Dixie, and my mom and dad's horse, Phantom, are coming home. This may seem insignificant to many, but for four to five months they have lived at a rescue. It took thirty minutes to drive there from my house and we would do that five days a week. But, when my mom is sick I can't see Dixie because I'm too young to drive (which, I'll admit, I'm not all-together displeased about) and my dad works all day. So, bringing them home will be the best for them and my family. I am not quite sure what my dogs (Wiley, a long-haired Dutch Shepherd, and Wyatt, an Akita [or smaller the smaller version of the Akita] mix) will think of them since they've only smelled the horses and never seen them.
So, in the end, when they trot into their paddock, I'll say, "Welcome home!", but for now, I will bid farewell to you, my ever faithful readers.
Dixie Sleeping in the rescue's round-pen after eating a bucket of Senior Feed.
