We have so many stories to tell, and we tell them all. Maybe too many stories. I’m looking at you STJARNA! Here are a few of our faves:
Me: “Gussy, I can’t believe I’m asking you this… but tell us about where you are from?”
Gus: “I would love to tell you about my farm in Iceland…”
Stjarna: “Don’t exaggerate! I’ve been to Iceland, so I’m going to fact check you!”
Me: “Stjarna! You’ve never been to Iceland!”
Stjarna: “A mare can dream. I like to dream about summering with all those fancy stallions on those luscious black sand beaches….”
Me: “Back to Gussy.”
Gus: “I was born at the Gafarkoti farm in Iceland. It’s pretty famous.”
Stjarna: “Why?”
Gus: “Well, first of all… it’s mare owned.”
Me: “Mare owned? Do you mean woman owned?”
Gus: “Yeah, same thing. Anyways, people come from all over to see Gafarkoti horses because we are known to have stellar gaits and dispositions.”
Stjarna: “What is disposition?”
Kommi: “It’s NOT your sparkling personality, Stjarna!”
Gus: “It’s having a good mind and character. The horses at my farm all had good minds and character. That’s important when you’re riding really fast on an icy trail or in a show. We can think through obstacles and not freak out.”
Stjarna: “I don’t freak out, KOMMI!”
Kommi: “Didn’t you once lose the mom because you ran from a crane?”
Stjarna: “It was a dinosaur, KOMMI!”
Me: “Gussy, don’t you freak out over trolls?”
Hermie: “I trail ride with Gussy all the time. He doesn’t freak out. He just watches them until he knows it’s safe.”
Gus: “We did a lot of shows and long trail rides at my farm. My main rider was the owner of the farm and she liked to go fasssst!”
Me: “Oh dear, please don’t go that fast with our mom. Her pants aren’t sticky enough for that.”
Gus: “Yeah, I always giggle when we are on a trail ride and she thinks I’m going fast. Baby, she hasn’t seen nothing! Gussy hasn’t whipped out fast tölt yet!”
Hermie: “Your farm is kinda in western Iceland, right?”
Gus: “Já , that’s right. And you and Kommi were born in southern Iceland, right?”
Hermie: “já”
Gus: “At the Grafarkoti farm, we were treated really great. At night, we were tucked in and the main woman would give us all a kiss on the muzzle.”
Soti: “So that’s why you pucker up every time you see the mom?”
Gus: “Yeah, I mean once I knew I could trust her.”
Me: “It sounds like a really nice place. You probably miss it, but we hope you’re happy here.”
Gus: “I wasn’t sure what to think at first because you guys do a lot of things that are weird, but you guys are my family now and I’m happy!”
Gus: “Glytja?”
Me: “What?”
Gus: “What is Valentine’s Day?”
Me: “It’s when you show people that you love them.”
Gus: “what is love?”
Me: “it’s when someone makes your heart happy.”
Gus: “How do you show someone love?”
Me: “You can buy them stuff, or make them stuff, or you can just tell them you love them. Whatever is thoughtful.”
Gus: “I don’t has any money, but I’ll share my treat ball with you. Is that thoughtful?”
Me: “We love you too, Gussy.”
IamGlytja 