Care, and not fine stables, makes a good horse. - Danish Proverb

I have a horse. 

 If you have been a reader of my Whispering Willows blog,
 you have met my horse, Buddy. 

He is an American Paint--I Be A Bud.
Buddy is a sweet boy.
People that meet him, say he is a cute horse.
I guess that is a good way to describe him, because he isn't a
flashy horse by any means.
But, he is my horse and I think he is fab.

 

I don't want to jump the gun, but I do believe I've found him a new place to call home...

(since I can't keep him in my backyard).  

I won't divulge anything yet, 

but 

I am excited.

I'm so excited, in fact, that I'm flying out to the desert

--next week--

to see him moved

to his new digs.

I will be ever so happy and relieved

when he is secure and happily

munching on green grass and oodles of

fresh hay and alfalfa.

I'll let you know after tonight, 

if this is

going to be the place.

 ❤