-Alanie with her mother, Asarie, when Alanie was 3 months old.
-Alanie as a weanling showing off.
-Alanie saying Hello as a yearling.
-Alanie in a recent photo running around in a feild.
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First Touch
I had bought a horse by the name of Alanie's Midnight Stroll a couple of weeks ago. A two year old prospect mare. Today, she has arrived at Misty H. Acres. I lean against a rough, old fence line and stare out into the small breaking pasture. I look closely for the new horse. I was about to walk away when I heard a long, loud neigh. I turn around and see a large horse, about 17hh, trotting around the pasture. She was beautiful. Her long flowing golden chestnut mane and tail sailed with the wind. She was a solid chestnut except for a sock and a blaze. I whistled softly; hoping she would know to come to me. She did come. A smooth running-walk brought her to me. I slid over the fence and into the pasture. "Alanie," I said.
That is what I will call you. I took a step towards Alanie and she balked a bit. "It's okay, girl." I reached my hand out towards her and she toke it; she nuzzled my hand with her muzzle. "Good girl," I said, petting her forehead with my other hand. I continued talking to her to get her used to my voice.
I will have fun with this mare, I know I will.