Heyo! Samson here. Welcome to my diary! (It’s not written down. It’s in my mind. Technically. Besides, wouldn’t it be wierd for a horse to write?Unless my owner is writing it for me, which is impossible, right?) Speaking of owners, mine is an eleven year old girl named Sarah. She loves me so much she gives me brown sugar and oats sometimes! (Except it is kinda wierd when she puts a wierd seat on my back and sits on my holding wierd ropes to put pressure on my mouth. )  Sometimes I don’t react well when she puts pressure on me. But she loves me anyway. This is what she looks like.

Notice I’m in there too! Anyway, she loves me all the same. 

   When she brought me home, I was so hungry. But they have these big piles of tasty sticks! (They call it hay. Whatever it is, it’s good!) I went straight to it and dug in. Then I noticed there was some other creature in there with me. He black, small, and has forked hooves. He also has horns on his head! I think Sarah Calls him a cow. At first, me and that cow didn’t get along that well, but now we’re friends. But when it comes to sweet feed, a grainy mixture that Sarah pours in his trought, I can’t help kicking him away. That’s why Sarah feeds us seperatly, except she feeds me horse feed. She says sweet feed is making me a little fiesty. (But hey, it’s GOOD!) Speaking of feeding, gotta go! Sarah’s about to feed!

  One day when I wasn’t particularly having my mind on getting a horse, we got a call from our neighbor. She wanted to take us to the horse sale in another city. At first my Mom said no, then she decided for us to go. I sure am glad.It was cold so we bundled up and our neighbor, (Judy) picked us up in her vehicle. We went to the auction, got there a couple hours before the actual auction so we got to look at the horse close up and everything. From the looks of this place, the general idea of it being an auction, I really didn’t expect to even get a horse from here. That was actually the last place I expected to get a good horse from. But some things come un expectedly.

 As I walked around the barn of horses, I felt sorry for most of them. There were so many horse that looked like they had obviously been abused. There was one huge horse that had a tumor the size of a basketball on her belly. I actually thought she was pregnant till they told me it was a tumor!

Other horses were very mean, nipping at each other and yelling. Some were sick,  many had cuts on therefaces and all over their bodies.

 We came to find two ponies we were interested in. One was black and shorter than Samson and I really liked him. Then I noticed his eye was beat up and we found out he was blind. I really liked him but couldn’t get a hurt or sick horse, as tempting as that one was.  

 Than I found a taller pony, and I immediatly had a good feeling about him. I could only see his rear, and it was gray. We decided on buying him before the auction. We talked to his owner, and he wanted $300 for it. That was too much for us, so we offered $150. He wouldn’t take that, so we offered 200. SOLD!

We was going to haul him the next morning. My Dad had a friend that said he would haul him for us. My Dad called him and he said he would come the next morning. Then he called again and said he would do it that night! I was excited that I could take my horse home! We went to eat at the indoor restraunt they ahd, and I saved an apple and gave it to Samson later. I ended up staying home from school the next day to take care of my new pony. But at daylight, there was a HUGE surprise! He was roan, not gray! Roan is brown dappled with gray. When he’s wet, he’s gray! But he’s really brown. As for a name, well, there were many until we came to one that really suited him! There was Frosty, Samson, Gabriel, Blazer, Blaze, and lots more! We decided Samson. Because he has long hair, is strong, has a strong will, and is firm.

                       I love u, samson!

I truly have a BFFL!