A girl and her horse.
Have you ever loved a horse? If you were a young ranch girl I can bet that you have! When I was a little girl I had a horse named Spunky. Spunky was your stereotypical little girl’s horse. He was a small bay that didn’t have a lot of fire under him, which was good because I wasn’t much of a rider, but he was the kindest friend that ever blessed my life. I learned a lot from Spunky. We were pals from the time I was a little girl learning to ride. Spunky started out life a little bit rough. His mother, Satin, was quite old when she gave birth to him, and his introduction into life wasn’t as smooth as it could have been. Nonetheless, Spunky came into the world the same month and the same year as my older sister, September 1984. My great Aunt often tells the story of how no one wanted to tell her that Satin had given birth to Spunky because they didn’t know if he was going to live, but Spunky was a fighter. Spunky started out my Mom’s horse. He was a go