Jan 10 2011
At some point in life, every girl asks for a pony. And Hadley has been no different.
|Off the trailer, put to work|
I had planned to “meet” Bugsy before agreeing to take him, but Brynn’s doctor appointments preempted our plans, and Bugsy’s owner simply said, “Come get him. If he doesn’t work out, you can always bring him back.”
So after an afternoon of fox hunting last Sunday, in the fading winter light, I left Chance and the truck idling while we haltered the pony. Though Bugsy had been languishing in a field for several months, he marched up the trailer ramp as though he’d been briefed on his next assignment.
It’s more than the thrill of having a new critter in our midst. There’s something inherently comforting about Bugsy. He’s alert and keenly aware of his surroundings, but there’s a sweet level-headedness about him — a kindness in his soft, brown eyes. In the week that he’s been here, I find myself draping my arms around his neck, and patting his round wooly back. He’s like a big teddy bear.
When I found her, she was standing outside in the paddock behind the barn, at the mercy of the arctic wind.
She was hunched over, hugging Bugsy, a faint smile on her face.
Below: a snowy Saturday morning jaunt with Bugsy….