"Kissing toads!" Mom said.
Eww thought Sophie! She was excited and scared and bored and hungry. Being a teen she could be all this and more! Driving in a car while her mom sing along to dinosaur music was boring. Being a young girl she was always hungry. For what… um anything. Three days into Christmas vacation and nobody to talk to or bum with. Terrifying! But on the way to try a new horse. Not a cute, fluffy pony but a horse! So exciting! His name was Jessie. He was 15.1 hands, bay, had a star and was not to old.
Riding horses and ponies in lessons and shows Sophie had learned that boy horses were like boys! To young and all they wanted to do was play! Play was not what she wanted, she wanted a buddy! To old and a horse was like her father the doctor! Just blinked and knew to much about girls to find anything interesting or different. She wanted a horse that liked getting long brushes, treats and was excited to his girl coming.
Jessie could be the one. Mom had taken time from work, at Christmas to call, search adds, drive her to barns for test rides! This was first of three! She had called 10 adds, Donna at feed store and Sarah her riding instructor for leads. It was the 2 weeks leading up to the best holiday ever. Who wanted to sell a horse then.
Kissing toads, Sophie sneered to her self. Kissing toads-the act of going to looking, riding or running away from the horse who was photoed or described as a prince. That was what her mother told her. She said you have to go see them. They sound wonderful, amazing and just what you would like over the phone. She always gets there late or really early. She says uncaring people will not think twice about giving a horse medicine to make it seam better and then put her kid on that horse. She said depending on price we can take horse on trial like a rental car, to my instructors stable.
I mean mom taking this time off is incredible. Dad can't. So this awesome. She even got me an extra lesson with Petey the lesson pony! That's on Saturday! Sophie was excited. Jessie today, Colby tomorrow. Banjo on Friday. They were all bays. Sigh! Kissing these toads was not gonna make their colors change.