I am, of course, speaking of my overly large mini-pony, Diego, who started life as a little bug, yet has long been just that – a mini-pony. I’m away from him this week, and when I am away from him, I miss him a lot, and – momma needs a break from meeting Big Boy’s needs. Examples abound. His incessant need to go out and back in chasing squirrels away from the lawn and bird feeder, barking at hunters driving up the road only to turn around and drive right back down again (isn’t hunting supposed to happen in the woods, not from the cab of your truck guys?), barking at imagined who knows what when outside because – perhaps he’s simply expressing himself? It could be.
Below: baby Diego, chewing on some kindling. I believe I was actually deluded enough to think he wouldn’t get as big as he did, has – as he is. Oy vey.
And I really can’t fault him for keeping me on the move, up and off my duff every ten minutes or so, and often less than that, or for keeping chipmunks away from the sunflower seeds. He’s a good boy, and when I look at photos of him as a baby like the one above (one of my great regrets is not having photos of other beloved canine companions, especially when they were adorable pups) I am struck by the absolute cuteness, even as I wonder at his present day size, and overwhelming handsomeness. He’s such a goof, and – as I regularly assure delivery folks and others, there is not one mean bone in his body. Truth! Besides, it’s good to have warm bodies near us, however they manifest…big or small. He can’t help it if he’s huge; that’s genetics!
This photo isn’t even him at full size; it’s The Big D at only 14 months. LOL. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!! Still, love is love, and there ain’t no accounting for it!
