I Rode Through The Desert On A Horse With No Name...

I had fun taking pictures of my dad's stud colt all spring.  Unfortunately the poor little dude still doesn't have a name.  Dad tried calling him "Jughead," simply because it is my dad and seriously?  He is way to cute for that nonsense.  

So, with HIS dad being named "Dragon" (because obviously my dad's name isn't Dragon....he isn't THAT cool)....he went by "Baby Dragon" for awhile - I still call him that but no one else seems to find it as comical as I do.

Next, we did the most logical thing we could think of.  We googled "baby dragon."  All of those words are dumb.  Who names a horse Drake?  Or even worse....Dragonette?  Not happening.

Then of course the radio starts playing that new/old song...."The Horse with no Name."  Which isn't a name at all, but its fairly fitting  - if only we lived in the desert.

But THEN, I googled that (obviously), and the band that originally did that song was...America.  

I thought it was clever.  No one else did. Also not happening.

So, he is still a nameless horse, that no one is ever going to ride through the desert. Probably.

Also, I forgot to add the middle of the story.  He is missing the tops of his ears....they froze off.  Ouch.  

So, we thought about naming him something is espanol because that is was Americans do I guess.....

But the words for cold and ice do not sound cool.  Or at least not as cool as Baby Dragon :)

I actually had a little kid ask me if they could breathe fire. Haha.  Of course I told him yes.  He didn't believe me.