Second Post of the Day
(How's that title for an alliteration! Proud as punch of myself this morning! Haha!)
My sister Leslie sends out a daily family photo to our sibling email group, something Steve, Jenny, and I all look forward to.
I'd never before seen this photo of my very first horse, Amy, with Leslie.
Taken at Leslie's farm in Brookston in 1993, it was the last photo taken of Amy as she died several days later. Still beautiful despite the grizzled face at 28!
Me with my penpal, Sue Seese, in 1976 at Prophet's Rock. She'd flown out to visit me, just as I'd flown out to California to visit her the previous summer.
If you were in the hobby in the early 1970s, Sue's name might be familiar to you as she was a first generation hobbyist along with me and Beth Dickinson, the other penpal in our trio of friends. Beth is still active in the hobby, live shows in Region 10, and attends BreyerFest every summer.
The photos Leslie sends us each day run the gamut as she digitizes and discovers people, ponies, and places from our past.
Another fun one was our Honeywell grandparents, Earl and Georgia (he called her "Georgie") on their first date in 1924.
Early in her career as a historian/anthropologist, Leslie traveled and presented at various conferences around the country. Sometimes she shares pictures from those events.
Several times she was asked to present about Annie Oakley,
and was lucky enough to be allowed to handle some of Annie's own artifacts when she did.
One time she was doing a mini museum about Annie Oakley at the National Muzzle Loading Rifle Association, and was loaned many of Annie's things by the Annie Oakley Foundation. Les had then asked if I would loan her some of my model horses for the mini museum, so I can proudly brag crow say that my ponies sat side by side with Annie's things!
Wondering how Miss Rosie is doing as she settles into her second week with us?
She is absolutely devoted to Nash and he is very tolerant of her puppy-like antics. (Lisa was told that it was thought that she was two, but we think that she is much younger than that.) He is delighted to have companionship and a playmate and at the end of the day, they both sleep hard. (Um, so does Lisa if you catch my drift.)
Rosie is learning to walk on a leash, to tell Lisa when she needs to go outside, and to respect boundaries. She's come a long way in all of those areas, and is a sweet and friendly girl who just loves everyone and hopes you love her right back. (We do.)
"Hey, Pepper! Why are you under the table? Can I join you? Can I play with your toy? Do you wanna be best friends? I love you so much! Can you scoot over and give me a little more room?"
Snugglesnugglesnugglesnuggle. (I see some Dogs of Our Lives posts comin' on!)
We have yet to hear her bark. Not once. A play growl once that was more like a squeak but that's it. Even when Nash and Tammo are protecting the homestead, and she's right there beside them and in the thick of their commotion, she hasn't uttered a peep.
I looked up the traits of Shar-Peis and apparently they do not bark much. Not a bad thing, not at all, but it has surprised us.
She's fitting right in, and clearly making herself at home (the foot sticking out is Lisa's) and we are happy to have her with us.
Off to go work on the quiet book. I'm working on the very last page and I should be able to finish today! Of course, then I have to make the cover...
Stay 'tooned!




















