Barbie's Gone Royal and Redheaded!

Barbie, Barbie.

She's one long-legged, hip swinging broad. A daughter of Storm and a Half, a granddaughter of Jetting Along, she's got the bloodlines of a Thoroughbred princess.

15.3 hands, the color of a polished penny..

When she's in good weight and groomed, it's enough to make your heart swoon. You may make an offering to her loveliness, a peppermint or a bit of carrot, but don't hold your breath. She is convinced all people are trying to poison her. (Don't you dare forget her Highness's ancestors faced such possibilities.)

Expect to spend a week convincing her the carrot isn't not cyanide.

If her pasturemates are less than suitable, she will leave and look for more satisfying companionship. She prefers those who are also chestnut and Thoroughbred or pony geldings who actually appreciate her beauty. Like the pop princesses of our day, she will pasture-hop until finding a group that will dote on her accordingly.

Those lucky enough to ride her have to handle her at her worst to get her at her best. Her best is akin to Marilyn Monroe in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes", light and airy with a vibrant edge. And her worst can make Ozzy Osbourne look like a saint. However, two steps into her swinging Mae West walk will send your head spinning and your heart lusting for more.

As I freewalked her around, one trainer stopped to stare. "She walks like a hooker!"

She is rather indifferent about her humans and could very well do without them unless they want to massage her or rub her down with a rag like a new Camaro.
In which case, she will stand for hours.
Isn't it nice when humans realize their real purpose in life?



-- Girl