Labor Day Horse Buying

The cabin wasn't available this Labor Day weekend, so we had to think of something else fun to do.  I saw an ad posted at the feed store for a horse sale and thought that would be fun.  The boys dressed up in their cowboy shirts and boots and we headed up to Rexburg.  

Mr. Bechtel said, "I am not bringing my wallet."  And I said, "oh, of course you're bringing your wallet."  Then when we got to the sale, Mr. Bechtel said, "we are not getting a number."  And I said, "oh, of course we're getting a number".  Then when the sale started, Mr. Bechtel said, "we are not bidding on any horses."  And I said, "oh, of course we're bidding on horses!"  And Mr. Bechtel said, "we're not buying any horses."  And I agreed.  "We are NOT buying any horses!"

So, then He bought a little bay filly.

And then I bought a yearling mare.

The moral of that story is that it is IMPOSSIBLE not to buy beautiful horses unless you have lots more self control that I do.  And you should always, always, listen to your husband and leave your wallet at home.

The little filly's name (which we got to choose and register, which was very cool) is Driftwood Dancer.  She is out of Drifts Chip and Mr. San Peppy.  She is also extremely feminine, fast, and utterly adorable.  Nova Spy has fallen in love with her, and takes care of her.  The yearling is named Yankee Illusion.  She is out of Dash for Cash, and a Society Road Mare on her dam's side.  She is gentle, gorgeous, and bright as a newly minted penny.  We know we can't keep both of them, but we are enjoying them for right now.  I can hardly wait for the sale next year!  But I notice that Mr. Bechtel has planned a trip to Japan then.  Is he trying to tell me something??