Ponies For The Kids

 

We'd finally moved into a permanent home, out in the country, after years of chasing my husband around all over the place with his Navy career.

The kids had never asked for ponies but here comes a horse trailer with shetland ponies in it. What the dickens! But, they were unloaded, the kids chose their favorite and we became a horse farm, so to speak.

Now, my husband (after 22+ years in the Navy) had been in Korea... the battle of Inchon for one scary time and there were others. Not a scratch!  Then he was aboard a ship that hauled nuclear warheads to Vietnam. Again not a scratch! No purple heart for this guy. Thank God. 

So, one of the ponies kept getting out of the fenced in place we had for them. A neighbor said he'd house the pony until Elbert could come up with a plan to keep that thing at home. He walked the pony up to the neighbors, then he calls me, 'Come take me to the dr. I think I broke my arm.' 

Yep, that silly man had decided he'd ride that pony (not far, just to see if he could) after all he was over 6 ft tall. And, the pony had bucked him off, down on the ground he went and he ended up with a broken arm! Two wars, not a scratch... and a dad gum Shetland pony injures him. It was funny. 

Of course, we didn't laugh where he could see us but just think about this. His legs were long enough that if he had just of put his feet on the ground that pony could have walked right out from under him.