An Equestrian Grandpa Prepares

Andy and Hiliary have provided photographic confirmation of our New Equestrian To-Be.  It’s a good picture, labeled for our convenience so that you don’t have to turn it sideways or upside down to see what’s going on.

Now it’s time for me to get to work.

First, I get to name the baby. Andy & H said I could. I think I’m going to pick “Ndamukong Suh”, after the Dear Old Packer Stomper himself.  That way, we’re covered whether Baby is a boy or a girl.

For that First Baby Equestrian Toy, I hopped over to Millbrook and as expected, I was greeted with a plethora of choices. I liked this one, but at this stage, I think it’s a little early to put that kind of pressure on the child:

I’m not sure what this thing is. I didn’t like it:

And their living conditions are horrific:

Wandering into the Children’s Section at Millbrook, I found this stuff:

 

 

I finally settled on this guy.  Or maybe it’s a girl, I don’t know. Like The Baby, there are simply no discernible gender features to go by.  Yet.

The tag says “Douglas” but all the tags on these animals say “Douglas” and that’s crap. All horses – even stuffed ones – should have their own names.

I will call him/her, Ndamukong Suh. Because, honestly, I don’t think Andy and H are really going to abide by my decision and I feel a need to name something after him. And Jenny is simply refusing to have any more babies.

I know, I know.  I see the poor conformation and questionable soundness too.  Not only that, but Douglas/Ndamukong Suh appears to have no mouth.  Despite these deficiencies, I am not returning him/her to Millbrook.

He/she can stand watch over the Unnamed Baby while the One-Armed Riders will serve as escorts when the time comes.

I can’t wait.