|He will always and forever be my unicorn <3|
Gosh. Four whole years.
In some ways it feels like I have always had him - lurking around the corner of the barn, his eyes twinkling with mischief and vigor.
|So much mischief.|
I used to spent so many frustrated tears trying to catch him, because he would rather... not. And the second he knew I was upset, he got upset. And then it was like trying to catch a feral pony. A very scared, feral pony.
|No longer scared (for the most part!), no longer feral.|
It can be funny at times. This little horse who can have complete panic-induced meltdowns over simple things like bathing can flip a switch and become the most confident soul in the universe once he has his harness on. He's unstoppable, unflappable, and oh so reliable.
|Just a steady eddie doin' his thing.|
It's not to say I avoid the difficult things or even the easy things (that he finds difficult), but I no longer sweat the small stuff and work around his uncertainty with more patience than persistence.
We have overcame mountains (oh the rearing fits, how I miss you not), and sailed smoothly and seamlessly into new experiences. He is the horse I choose for so many things - parades, festivals, pony rides... And he has made me so proud of the confident and bright little horse he has become.
|He really is the best.|
I have, since our second year together, said that Spud is that horse for me.
He's captivating, confusing, and just so damn good for the heart.
And there is no part of him I would ever change. I love him as he is.
All 34 inches of him.
Happy 4 Year Anniversary, little potato.