My little cowgirl has been telling me for several weeks now that S’mores would have her baby on May 3. When I woke up on the morning of May 3, and there was no baby, I thought, “Ah well, better luck next time."
So we loaded up and headed to the rodeo and came home in the afternoon.
To this little crooked-nosed bundle of joy!
30 pounds of fluffy, mini horse, cuteness!
She is well loved!
Completely, totally, wholly floating on a cloud of mini horse adoration!
Her name is Pepita, from a much-loved-book.
We will call her Peppy for short… or Pepsi. That snuck out this morning and I sort of love it.
Her nose is soft, and fuzzy with long, adorable chin hairs.
And totally kissable!
This is love!
Good night everyone! We’ll see you soon! Thanks for joining us here at the barnyard!