So my niece Libby is turning into one of those girls who loves horses. And, given her reaction during Kaysville Equus Romp(us) 2008--the name I've bestowed upon the following event--I don't think her fascination is going away.
'Cause, you know, a lot of little girls go through a stage when they want to be marine biologists (a trip to the Living Planet Aquarium in Sandy did away with that phase, courtesy of the satanic moray eels) and animal vets, but they grow out of it. No, I think Libby's the real deal.
My aunt, Laurie, has a horse named Junior. He's a fine Arabian steed with a wacky sense of humor (he loves, for instance, to flash his green-encrusted horse smile at passers-by). She was nice enough to let us take the girls to see him, brush him, and--yes, I'm serious--give him his vaccination. Yes, Libby loved the vaccination part.
Here are the pictures:
