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!