
I try not to make a habit of writing about the same thing over and over again (unless you count the never-ending Year in a Death series or the steady stream of Houston Post nostalgia), but when a picture of my granddaughter arrived earlier this week, I knew I’d have to revisit one of this blog’s first stories.
Little Lillian was really too small to ride when we first led my old pony to greener pastures in Virginia, but she’s old enough now that she can get in a good gallop whenever she wants to, just like her mother used to do on the back porch of our old house in Austin, Texas.
So relax, I’m not going to waste more of your time by retelling my horse’s entire life history, though I will point you in the right direction if you’re in the mood to read something nice that you might have missed. I just want to say how happy it makes me to see the photo of our family’s newest equestrienne, and say how proud my Pawpaw would have been to see his creation still putting smiles on the faces of people who would not enjoy the gift of life if not for him.

And now I’m all teary…
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Sooner or later, I drive everyone to tears.
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Is it just a trick of the light, or has yon steed changed color?
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Well, as I said in my first horse story, he did get a fresh paint job, and maybe it was a tad darker.
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How adorable are they?! š And hopefully Lillian will keep the horse for her kiddoes!
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That horse has left my barn, so to speak, but hopefully after reading the hot mess I’ve written about it, the new owners will do the right thing!
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