Mother and Aunt Nancy went "horse shopping" today.
It may have gone well. Apparently, Aunt Nancy is looking for something red and racy and foreign, instead of something solid and stolid like me.
Mother reassures me she isn't looking at all... even if there was a pretty grey mare that caught her eye.
I'm all for her bringing home more mares. It's not like I can go out there and get them myself to increase my herd...