Steve Holt!

Earlier this year when I picked up Sandy, I'd already picked out his name. I didn't know if I was getting a mare or gelding, but figured Sandy would work either way . I'd heard the song, God Must Be Busy by Brooks and Dunn, and just knew it was 'my' song and felt compelled to use the phrase Speck of Sand (hence Sandy.)

This time around I've had nothing really jump out and speak to me. I really liked a couple of songs on the play list (if you scroll to the bottom of my page, you'll find it), and considered using Something Beautiful or perhaps Party Girl.

But what if I ended up with a gelding? No clue.

Now, if you're an Arrested Development fan, and you're familiar with the Bluth family you'll recognize this name. If you're not? Well...not sure I can explain it, just that it's something that my kids shout when something is totally awesome...or at least awesome to them. So when Darling shouted "Steve Holt!" alongside the corrals this morning, I laughed and jokingly said that's what I'd name the horse if it were a gelding...


You need not be a genius to figure out what I ended up with.

I'm still not sure how old Steve Holt! is. I'm expecting that's he's a coming four year old based on his size. What is his size? 15.2! He's a tall, good looking gelding who appears to have a decent head on him. And by that I don't mean pretty (although it's not bad), but he seems to be a thinker.

I'm a little in awe, to be honest. Tall, dark and handsome is this boy, with long black stockings and a kind eye.

We spent most of our day at the corrals. No, to be honest, we spent the entire day there. Kristi is struggling to find the perfect horse. It's not easy when the corrals are several acres each, holding 50 or more horses each, with over 400 horses in all. They rush in circles or to the back where we have a difficult time seeing them, but I believe she's got it narrowed down to something like...oh...20 or 30. But of course, she's likely to spot something else in her photos tonight and add another dozen or so :) Poor Kristi....she was concerned that there wouldn't be enough horses for her to choose from, but I think there are too many!

Tomorrow we'll head back to the corrals in the morning, then a bit later we'll swing up to the mountains in search of wild horses. Cross you fingers that we find some!