There really isn't much that I could add to this post. Honestly the picture says it all, but you know me I'm never one to shut my pie hole, so here goes! I laughed loud about this when my dad sent it to me. I laughed even more when I realize what must have gone through his head after seeing the picture and remember all the years that I begged my mother and my father for a damn horse.
via email from my Pops
And I didn't just beg for a horse, no, I even went as far as to shove my spring horse (horse on a spring harness support) under our basement steps (unfinished basement) next to the litter box and called it his stable. I then proceeded for two months straight to demonstrate to my parents that I could be a responsible horse owner. I would feed him daily, clean his stall as well as the litter box as needed, it was my first chore after all, and even brushed his lovely (read: plastic) body and hair. His name was Wilbur, I was a bit obsessed with Mr. Ed but thought Mr. Ed was a stupid name for a horse, so Wilbur was the next logical choice for a Nick at Nite obsessed child. Needless to say after the two months of obsessing over Wilbur my parents still wouldn't give in to my pleas. "Kelly, we don't have room for a horse in our yard." they'd tell me and I would quickly reply "We live on 8 acres of land, why can't we knock down some trees and build a barn?" Their opinions and rules always won over mine and that sucked. Wilbur soon was sent away too goodwill when I got too big to ride him or play with him and eventually I got over my whole wanting a horse dream. Not soon after I got over having any pets other than dogs and cats my mom came home with a damn dwarf lop eared rabbit, which she claimed I asked for. I did not, but that is another story for another day.