A d o p t M e !
A striking palomino mare lies in a clump of daisies, obviously snoozing. When you stand on the fence you can see her full body. Her snowy white mane falls over her head; her legs are relaxed. She is at peace. You can't help but sigh at her beauty. One of her brown eyes flickers open, and before you know it she is standing up, little daisies stuck in her mane. She canters eagerly up to you, her mane flopping against her golden neck. She's only just close enough for you to touch her when she stops at a whinny from another horse in the paddock. As she turns, you notice she has a flash of white on her belly. You reach out for her, sighing at her beauty once more.
A striking palomino mare lies in a clump of daisies, obviously snoozing. When you stand on the fence you can see her full body. Her snowy white mane falls over her head; her legs are relaxed. She is at peace. You can't help but sigh at her beauty. One of her brown eyes flickers open, and before you know it she is standing up, little daisies stuck in her mane. She canters eagerly up to you, her mane flopping against her golden neck. She's only just close enough for you to touch her when she stops at a whinny from another horse in the paddock. As she turns, you notice she has a flash of white on her belly. You reach out for her, sighing at her beauty once more.






