First off: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARCHER!!! What a distinguished, excellent birthday for us to be celebrating!
Eighteen on the Eighteenth.
In honor of Archie’s 18th birthday, tell me 18 things you love about your horse*.
I love Murray’s fabio locks,
I love his tiny little sock.
I love that he’s a thoroughbred who raced
Even though he never placed.
I love how much he loves his job,
I love that he’s a total slob.
I love that Murray saves my butt,
And makes me ride right to keep it up.
I love that he can take a joke,
hate love that he’s a total slow-poke.
I love his awkward little star,
That I secretly think, from afar,
Looks like a little jumping horse,
With me jumping ahead of course.
I love Murray’s feral noises and primordial screams,
His grunts and groans and pony dreams.
I love how much he’s taught me patience,
To problem solve, and never be complacent.
I love it that he’s got the hops,
I love it that he never* stops.
I love this silly pony face, I love him all over the place.
* He didn’t actually stop there. And when he does stop it’s 100% my fault.