Operation Mend Broken Heart

Christine (my sister from another Mother) called me saying she had found a miniature horse on ksl and was thinking about going to pick her up for Grandpa since he had just lost his beloved cow Daisy. I told her I wanted to go with. We had no way of transporting her but since she was a mini we thought she would fit perfect right in the back of my van. I got a table cloth to lay down (didn't think to grab a plastic one), took out the back seat and we were on our way.

We fell in love when we saw her. She is the sweetest thing. She was a little bigger that we were planning though. Once we got her in the back of the van we were on our way to finish our mission. She bucked, reared, hopped and neighed for about the first 10 minutes and there were a couple times we thought about turning back. I was really nervous to take her on the freeway.. especially since she did the best when we were going real slow. Chris soon realized that she was ok as long as she was being sung to.

I kept imaging the next days newpaper headlines saying : "Two dumb women trampled to death by horse in minivan on freeway". We made it though. Her name is Dixie which we thought was fitting & perfect.. Dixie (St. George) carries a lot of meaning to the Prisbrey family name. Not sure if it mended the broken heart.. in fact, I know it didn't (that will take more time) but he loves her & she loves him.