![]() Because we all need a little comic relief... I present you, The Meatball Adventures.... AND SO IT BEGAN... It was late fall 2013 and my mom's voice was hesitantly excited about a group of weanlings that were going to the sale barn from the Southern Illinois University breeding program. They were well-bred. They were handled. They were warmbloods. Therefore I wanted an the ugliest, gangliest one. I wanted a Meatball. While on the phone with her, I flipped through the pics on their Facebook page, and knew immediately that "Song of the South" would be my Meatball. He was potbellied, ass high, a little disheveled, and instead of the 'look of eagles', he had the 'look of slight confusion'. Sounds about right. |
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