Setting the bar

I've set the bar high for FarmWife: of course she dreams of adding a second equine to the family someday, but she will never again shop for a horse or mule with the same broadness of standards. I've taught her to expect—nay, demand—certain things, and she is probably spoiled forever as a result. Any equine she adds in future will be expected to be:

An easy keeper
Hard of hoof
Soft of mouth
Intelligent
Gentle with children
Kind to goats
Well-behaved in a herd
Shiny
Cuddly
Sound of limb (OK, so I fell short here. Not my fault.)
Good at loading, leading, tying, bathing, etcetera
Game
Surefooted
Patient
Respectful
Tidy
Obedient
Vocal

FarmWife is willing to flex on the Shiny (after all, elbow grease can fix a dull coat) and the Vocal (after all, not everyone is a naturally gifted soprano). The rest? Well, I simply don't know. After all, why settle when you have known perfection?

Now, before you get yourself in a tizzy, FarmWife is not shopping right now. If she were, she'd be hustling down to Enumclaw to rescue that feedlot molly I posted on Facebook. No, she is saving up for my next joint injection, satisfying herself with two-legged trail adventures, and dreaming of a someday far off future.

Ears,
FenBar