I shouldn't even admit to this but...

When I first got the treadmill going, I was figuring out how long a session would be a sensible start. (I figured if I got carried away in the first session I'd discourage myself, and it's not like I'm not easy to discourage about exercise.)

So as I considered duration and distance, one of the thoughts that passed through my head was, "Remember, however far you go, you're going to have to walk the same distance back."

It's a treadmill, genius! In my spare room!

Honest to God, sometimes I embarrass myself.

And I can't afford this one.

But--back when Mitzi was at the trainer, there was this adorable little leopard App weanling named Squeaky in for some baby training. He might have been going to some baby halter classes or something, but he was there essentially to start learning that the world is full of many new people and places, and all of them are nice and will be good to him. Since a lot of Mitzi's issues are a result of having lived a sheltered life and not learning the world is large but not really scary, I thought this was a great idea.

Also, I always had the urge to try to cram Squeaky into the back of my car and drive away with him, because he was adorable. Surely Mitzi would love a baby brother?

Anyway, I checked the AtlanticRider classifieds this morning, as I do in search of pretty pictures, and lo!

Squeaky, now a big boy of three, is for sale!

I sent my barn owner, who occasionally makes noises about getting a registered App, the ad. Because if she bought him, I could sneak him treats!


He's definitely grown since last I saw him.


This is the very trainer who sorted Mitzi out!


Showmanship and halter trot-aways make me think of the Ministry Of Silly Walks.

Apparently he's started under saddle, presumably with the above trainer which means he's getting a great start, plus he's been top ten at the national show and high point in the provincial association in a couple of events. (I won't go into them because hey, I'm not buying the horse.)

Obviously too much horse to stash in a stall next to Mitzi and gloat over. But damn, he was a cute baby with a nice personality. And if he's still with the same trainer I bet he's still a darling. She wouldn't turn him into one of those baby basket cases some show colts turn into.