Biskit is my 9 year old pony. His veterinary records indicate he is a Quarter Horse, but I call him a Pot-bellied Palomino Pony, and he answers to either.
Two weeks after I told George how do-able it was to care for only 2 horses (Chicago and Rusty) I met Biskit, who belonged to the Minnesota Hooved Animal Rescue Foundation (MNHARF). I suggested to George that he give me Biskit as his present for my birthday, only a week away. He thanked me kindly for the suggestion and told me he already had my present.
A week later we unloaded Biskit and settled him into our barn. Happy Birthday to Me.
A day later I heard him dragging his toes (Biskit, not George, who has long since accepted the futility of toe-dragging once I’ve made up my mind) as he walked. So, I scheduled an exam with Dr. Jamie, who strongly suspected neurological damage, drew some blood, sent it off for testing and prepared me for the realities of owning a neurologically unstable horse, among which was, no riding. Ever. During the week that we waited for test results, I sent my adoption fee to MNHARF, ensuring that damaged or not, Biskit would be mine forever.
I believe that Biskit and I were meant to be together. I don’t yet know the reason, but I believe there is one. I believe this, in part, because if I didn’t, I would be forced to believe that I am just not very bright.
Biskit is very social and very sweet, but has had few demands placed on him, resulting in a pony who occasionally forgets his manners and almost always DOES NOT BELIEVE THAT PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE!!! Therefore, he has been enrolled in the spring semester of Four Sticks Farm School of Equine Etiquette, which begins tomorrow with an 8-hour clinic at The Common Horseman.
Let the Games Begin.
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