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Angel Face (turned 4 in October) has been infatuated with horses for a very long time now, probably at least a year. And that means mostly the idea of horses. Apart from a petting zoo before she was three, her only encounter with a real horse was during our spring trip to a tulip farm for the requisite photos among the blooms, where for $4 she was taken on four circuits on a pony named Betsy tethered with three others to a central post with arms that rotate (which I am sure has a proper name if only I knew it).
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She still talks about Betsy, who is now "her" horse. Whenever we get to the carousel (every mall here seems to have one) she spends a long time picking out the right horse to get on, and always settles for one that looks either like Betsy (chestnut) or like Spirit (from the animated movie).
When we pass any horses in fields she gets terribly excited, and is liable to sulk if any of us spot a horse somewhere that she missed. At one stage on a recent trip I had to clamber around and use the full extent of the 8x optical zoom on my camera to grab the shapes of a few horses in a paddock way over yonder.
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The area we live in is growing, and has engulfed some small holdings, marooning them in the middle of spreading suburbia. We drive through one of these pastoral areas to get to the house, and I have noticed some horse boarders. Now we DEFINITELY will NOT get her a pony, but who knows, there might be a place nearby where she can get to ride...