She came from the parched land of high wind and no grass. The vast territory of mesquite and cockle burr where her stock-tank cohorts include coyote and a lone antelope buck.
On Saturday, everything changed and she trailered to town for a par-tay.
She was an invited guest at a western-themed wedding day brunch.
The mini-horse found herself in the middle of one of Amarillo’s most lush backyards.
Eating lots of wet, fresh grass is a sure-fire recipe for equine intestinal upset. Certain preventative measures had to be taken.
Miss Peanut didn’t stand idle for long. She had important people to meet and photo-opportunities needing her special paint-horse western flair.
The mini-horse took her duties very seriously. She was unfailingly kind to the little bitties.
We had a blast being with the bride/groom and the entire gathering of family and friends. A lovely and memorable day, indeed.
That’ll do, Peanut. That’ll do.
Hope you have cause for celebration this week.
Knee-deep in green grass love to all.