urban daisy

Nearby to my parent’s house lives a man who collects race horses.  He allowed us to wander around and see the horses, which the little girls enjoyed immensely.  This was my favourite of the foals.  He had four white socks to match his blaze, and such an inquisitive manner.

Just a friendly little nip!

Sharing a spot of dinner.

Three legged horse?

I feel sad when I see him: he can’t be long for this world.

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With the look of an overgrown, super hairy, horse-like dog, it’s still kind of cute..