Our little filly named Surprise is now a permanent resident of Kansas, but still in the family. She made the 7-hour trek this past weekend to my in-law’s house and from the looks of things, has already bonded with her new family. If she didn’t like cattle and cattle dogs before, she better learn and learn quickly as she may even turn out to be a good enough horse to help with rounding them up when it’s time to be sold.

My father-in-law thought Surprise was too hard to pronounce so he’s named her “Prizey”. I’m protesting and still calling her Surprise.

The great part about being in Kansas is that the grandkids can still see her and our son will still get to ride her when we go for visits (once she gets a bit older). I’m hoping that he takes an interest in animals, and if not, there’s always hope for our daughter.

You know that’s why we got horses, right? Because growing up, I always dreamed of having a horse but my dad thought I was too involved in other activities and sports to actually take care of one. So because of those repressed childhood dreams, I bought a horse! (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

She’s such a pretty little filly with her winter coat on.

Until we walk again …