Is he a Christmas present? It' sounds like you already know him!
Well, it is a long story but.........
Through a set of circumstances I became involved with this 28,000 acre (including grazing allotment) ranch. And fell for horses. Actually wasn't a new desire. I had a cut out of a horse's head from the cover of Progressive Farmer above my bed when I was 14. But it never happened.
I do a lot of stuff on the ranch that is fun for me and that is of value to the ranch. It has been a win-win relationship for almost one year and seems to be consolidating into a long term arrangement.
There were 23 horses here and that is a lot when only one is being used and then not that much. 1/2 pellet rations in the winter runs $1,150 per month.
The decision was made to reduce the herd by at least six. I asked which they would sell and Hondo was one of them. I had only ridden twice on the ranch and that was the first for the last 35 years and then only half dozen times.
I had expressed an interest in having a horse of my own and asked what they thought about me buying Hondo. The person that has been sort of training and advising me can be like a Marine Drill Instructor. Says ain't nobody ever been hurt on my watch and I don't aim to start now.
So I'm told it depends. We'll see how it goes. There is a lot to know before I'd sell a horse to you or anyone. It's my responsibility to know the horse will be cared for properly blah blah etc.
So I started working with and eventually riding Hondo. Rode fence lines and helped on several small cattle roundups. Rode all summer and fall.
When I got a special invite to a Christmas Eve supper, I wondered. But as festivities ran on and the meal was finished I sort of forgot plus I figured I was just fantasizing.
Then I looked out the window, I guess everyone was, and there was Hondo. I just stood there staring in disbelief. Someone opened the window and handed me the lead rope. "Don't you want to take this?"
I was told, "We had decided that you and Hondo should not ever be separated".
So yes, Hondo was a Christmas/Birthday present and yes, I already knew him.
End of this story and the beginning of another.
BTW, my DI is the 105 pound person that refers to herself as a pixie cowgirl outside the window.