and every rock is a new rock, and every new rock eats brown fillys. That's what my little mare will tell you. She's a sweet blood bay Morgan, turning 4 some time this spring. I met her in in the winter of 07. She belonged to my my boyfriends brother. I had purchased her dame from him, but any morgan owner will tell you, a morgan chooses her owner, and that's just what the little filly did.
Don't get me wrong, her momma, Lady, is a lovely, kind horse, but she is at the bottom of the pecking order, and the boss mares wouldn't let her near me. On the other hand, this little filly is fearless, and she pushed her way to the front to greet me. She has the bite marks and scars to prove it. So after some time, I traded Lady for the baby. And so our journey began.
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