Despite that nasty wind, today turned out to be decently nice out. Wrex spent the morning digging up a busted pipe out by the well and we spent the afternoon with this handsome fella…
Ozark is a sweet, sweet, sweet old man. Wrex’s family bought him when Wrex was around 12 years old. He stayed at their place for quite a while and then was sold to Wrex’s boss’ family in Denver. Once we got settled out here on the plains, they generously gifted him back to us for our kiddos to ride; THAT was a superb, emotional day.
We’re not sure how old he is but our best guess is around 28-30. He doesn’t have a tooth in his head and we spend a few dollars on feed each month…that then must be soaked in water so he can scarf it down…but he’s so very worth it!
He is such a good, solid guy; so calm and collected and trustworthy. (Some of the same traits as my sweet hubby, I might add). Sawyer loves the stuffin’ out of him (as do I) and I think our newest little cowboy does too. Wryder got to go for his first ride today and I’m pretty sure that it was the highlight of his life thus far! I had to literally pry his little chubby hands off of the saddle.
We don’t know how much longer he has on this ole earth but we are overjoyed and honored that he gets to live it out with us and we intend to soak it up as much as possible. Horses are incredible creatures and we’d like our kids to learn to care for him and gain some horsemanship before it’s time to graduate up to the next level.
We learned several years ago that Phipps means “lover of horses.” I know that’s true for my hubby and I’m proud to say it’s true for our two cuties too…even though loving Ozark is pretty darn easy.
Loving these guys is, too…