Three Poka Tias

When I was in high school, I spent three summers working on the horse staff of a local day camp.

The camp owned some thirty horses, including a small, leopard Appaloosa pony named Poka Tia. I don't have any pictures of her, but she was a sweet, little thing with a really good name.

In fact, I liked her name so much I gave it to a model horse.

Then, a few years later, I gave it to another model horse.

I didn't plan to recycle the name a third time, but then Tiffany made me a really special pony.

The special pony needed a special name, and well... Apparently there's no name more special than Poka Tia.

Three Poka Tias.

As far as I'm concerned, the third Poka Tia is the last Poka Tia. Maybe. Probably.