It didn't take long for our newly adopted pony Chip to conquer the equine and human hearts in our household. He is the cutest little guy, white, with a very thick and long mane and tail. He is supposedly a 11 year old Welsh/POA cross, that changed hands various times. At one point he belonged to riding camp, but they didn't have enough small children for him to earn his keep.
Chip walked onto our trailer without a second thought, traveled fine, went into the barn and greeted Remy and Chambord. I was amazed how easy the introductions went, Remy right away nuzzled Chip, both he and Chambord immediately took to him. When we let them out together there was no squealing, posturing, running or kicking. Just some "hi, how are you's", and they then immediately stuck together like a three-leaf clover. Even Chambord, who is known to bully other horses, was on his best behaviour. This morning they made me late for work because I just couldn't get enough of watching the three of them: Chip leading the charge, galloping to the juicier pasture, followed by Remy and Chambord. What a sight!
I strongly believe that things happen for a reason. To me it seems that Chip knows that he was meant to live with us, and Chambord and Remy share the feeling. I could almost hear Remy saying: "Wow, you got me a pony! Awesome birthday present, thank you!"
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