That little filly I bought because of a nagging dream finally arrived at my house. The horse hauler unloaded her and we put her in her new pen to settle in. I go back down the hill with the horse hauler so that I can open the gate for him. When I walk back up the hill to the house, I see the baby girl standing beside Keith getting a good petting. Then she sees me, lifts her head and walks away from Keith toward me and whinnys as if to say, " Hi, I'm here!"
Baby girl here has so much in common with my old man Hobo. Over the last three years she's revealed more and more traits that do make me wonder sometimes. She has earned her name Hobo's Dream Girl and she was worth taking the risk of buying because of a dream.