How I Found My Human
I wasn't always called Littlefoot.
A long time ago, everyone called me Junior.
Before I came to A&A Equestrian, I probably had a whole life with adventures no one knows about anymore. Horses don't write diaries, after all. But one day, Ms. Alisha spotted a Craigslist ad with a picture of a scruffy little black pony who had a funny brand on his shoulder that looked like a smiley face wearing glasses.
She just had to meet me.
So she grabbed her friend Lacey, climbed into the truck, and drove for hours to see the pony nobody else seemed to want.
The lady selling me sighed and said, "He's ornery. He's stubborn. All the other ponies sold quickly, but this one... he needs someone patient."
Well... she wasn't wrong.
When Lacey climbed into the saddle, I decided to test her. I bucked. I planted my feet. I refused to go forward. I even steered her toward the fence just to see what she'd do.
She got frustrated.
Then she got determined.
I kind of liked that about her.
While everyone else was watching my bad behavior, Ms. Alisha was watching something else.
She saw possibility.
Instead of walking away, she smiled, handed the owner the money, and said, "Load him up. He's coming home."
Just like that, my whole life changed.
Today, I'm a 13.3-hand Shetland pony mix, professional confidence builder, apple enthusiast, and one of the hardest-working lesson ponies you'll ever meet.
I still have a mischievous streak now and then, like every good pony should, but I've discovered something even more fun than causing trouble.
Helping kids discover they can do hard things.
Turns out, Ms. Alisha was right. I wasn't the leftover pony.
I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
