I think I have a problem. With names.
I confuse people because I call Lego, Stumpy. In fact, the horse has three names. Lego is his barn name, the one I expect everyone else to use. Stumpy and variations there of (Stumpness, Stumperton, McStumpy-Stump-Stump) are the names I use daily. And, I call him Sasquatch when he’s bad. So I guess his full name would have to be Lego Stumpy McSasquatch. It’s too early to say what that has done to his self esteem.
I actually do this a lot, but it’s only been this bad once before. I rode a pony named Gambler for a year in high school. I called him Gambler when I was talking about him to other people, J.D.(Juvenile Deliquent) out in the field, and Monkey Boy when I was working with him. I don’t know why. He now regularly bucks children off though. I hope that not a preview for what Lego is going to be like in a few years.
I still call the yearling that I showed in hand Little Down Syndrome still. I didn’t start that name. Although encouraging it is just as bad. I may have had something to do with deciding to call his counterpart Shaken Baby Syndrome. It’s no wonder these ponies have issues.
Butter was Butterball Turkey. Lucky had a cute rhyming moniker that my friend Amy came up with. But I won’t repeat it here because…cuss words.
I’m not really worried about it though because Lego stills whinnies to me whether I call him Lego, Stumpy, or even You Little A******.