This furry bit of polka-dotted love was basically abandoned, plucked out of a muddy spring field and straight into our hearts. We love her. She is our forever horse.She is actually my daughters horse. She came with the name Shania. My girl named her EAT MY DUST as her registered name. It suits her. She is a survivor.
I am also gob smacked at how the universe works. It was never mine nor my husbands direct intention to buy our daughter a pony when she turned 11. WHO gets a pony at 11? Spoiled rich kids? Remember the girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Vera Salt?
DADDY…. I want a pony and I want it right NOW!! Remember? Who could forget that bratty spoiled girl…. .. We sometimes, ( when needed as a gentle reminder) tease Hannah about Veruca Salt…. when she is ungrateful… it’s kind of mean but funny at the same time and it definitely makes the point…:0) There will be no girl named Veruca living here…I am very much aiming to raise grateful children.
Gosh, I literally BEGGED and cried and pleaded and saved every copper penny for a horse of my own at that age. It is actually half embarrassing and half hindsight endearing looking back on those tween days of myself. I wanted a horse soo bad. I would have done anything to get my own.I certainly didn’t get it then but it turns out waiting for your dream is a good thing. I did however have my big wish come true at age 42! Long story, but it is one of the best things to ever happen to me. True story, but another story, another time. I have the best husband and amazing friends. Enough said.
Sorry, off topic, this isn’t about me. My point is, I wish I could share Hannah’s, Shania~love with you. She is teaching my girl about so many things in life and love that I can tell her or teach her , but things that probably won’t resonate coming from me….her pony can though and will. When she has her first real heartbreak she can cry into that horses neck and the world won’t seem so bad. When she thinks that she is “all that and a bag of chips” her horse will dump her off onto the hard ground and she will learn about being humbled. Shania will teach her about caring for others and herself through mucking stalls and throwing hay, knowing that she depends on people every day for life. So many other lessons to be learned as well. I have heard ,not so long ago, come from a trainers mouth that horses don’t feel or know love. I completely disagree. If horses are anything, they are LOVE and I am grateful for that.