White Pony

I saw a white pony on craigslist. It had the glowing description of a perfect party pony. And he was all white. With a nice balanced body. Pictures of him being finger painted by a bunch of toddlers sealed the deal for me.
But I had told myself, after Sunny, I would never get another horse...at least until I could afford to call the high-priced horse vet out at midnight on Christmas Eve.

I emailed the link to a friend who said...when do we go look at him?

I told her we weren't because I still couldn't afford to call the high-priced horse vet out at midnight on Christmas Eve.

But I kept looking at him.

I showed him to Hubby. Hubby said he didn't want another horse. He didn't even look at the ad. I told him that for sure when I have grandkids I would get a pony to lead them around on. He didn't say a word so I took that as a good sign and looked at the pony again.
I finally emailed the owner with a few questions. I didn't hear back and the ad was taken off.
I had missed my opportunity to get the best pony in the world.

A few days later as I perused craigslist I came across an ad talking about the magnificent white pony and another that had been listed at the same time.
The ad told of going to look at these ponies and the white one bucked, kicked and reared the whole time and the other had locking stifles. They had bought the locking stifle pony without knowing. Apparently I dodged a bullet....or the children I would have put on him did.
Good thing because I still can't afford to call the high-priced horse vet out at midnight on Christmas Eve.