There Is No Sunshine When You’re Gone…..

“You are my sunshine” Tom told our precious little chestnut roan. It had been a while since we had seen her separated from her buddies, but here she was. “She looks fat…..” he whispered knowing how sensitive a girl can be on the subject. In this case it was a compliment. She had come to us from circumstances that had made her wary of human touch and skittish as a cat .She really did not mingle with the other horses until  we added another cherished pony to our family. “Cool, you found him on ponymatch.com….” Tom joked. He knew that actually I had been researching bloodlines and visiting Welsh Mountain Pony farms in search for the perfect pony to add to our herd. As much as disposition was a primary factor I could not help but be drawn to the drop dead gorgeous looks of one particular Welsh sire.He had all the attributes that I was surfing the net in search of. His name is “Liddle Duke Of Hazard” It is one thing to see a pretty face, on the internet, but I actually had the opportunity to meet this Guy as he was entering the show ring. There he was beating paints and appaloosas in the color class as well as full size warmbloods in the get of sire classes. Movement was an important factor in our decision and that question was quickly dispelled when at one particular show  this pint sized stud muffin  cleaned up in the ribbons. I approached his owner and that was when I knew that I would have to own one of his foals. His owner, Chrissy and I became  lifelong friends that day, and I knew from that point on that our lives would be forever entwined through our love of a particular Liddle Duke and the undeniable stamp of greatness that he imprints on his foals.