While I have been thinking of Tom and the fear we all went through, I thought of his daughter Sheya. She looks (and acts) so much like her daddy at that age. I tell him he deserved her and Christy - her mother - says but what did I do to deserve her. She is a character.
Does she not look like Tom"? He was 4 in this picture. I wish I had kept that little outfit. He looked adorable in it.
So that is my thinking Thursday.
Carmen - Nikki's husband - came to do some taping of the drywall we had to put up around where we put the new door. I was surprised he brought her mother with her. I thought he would be going home since he brought her home but it was wrong assumption. My house is a fright because the kitchen is torn up. Oh well, thats just the way it is.
I had quite a time getting the horses in tonight. They decided to stop in the lane and eat. I was behind them on the four wheeler. Nothing I could do short of running into the last horse which was not an option, they would not move. I reved the motor up, yelled and waved. They just went on eating. I finally got off and threw rocks at the front horses. That did not hurry them too fast but at least they moved.
Bob made a big decision tonight. He bought back a big buckskin gelding. Wrangler is wild bred and was born about 2 weeks on our place. His mother was a buttermilk buckskin. We sold Wrangler when he was 5 months old to a friend. She had some real physical problems and we bought him back when he was 3. When he was 4 we sold him to another friend Perry. Now Perry has some problems and he can't ride. So Wrangler is now 9 and he is coming home. He is big, probably close to 16 hands. He is definately a man's horse and full of energy. Bob just could not stand for him to go to anyone else. I will get some pictures on Saturday when we go get him.
Remember: Things don't change. You change your way of looking, that's all. Carlos Castaneda