Stall décor

A couple years ago, my trainer friend, Sarah, brought a bunch of old Breyers to the barn and asked me to help her rehome them.

I kept one for Olive.

I placed him on the little shelf that runs along the wall between her stall and run. 

A couple months later, my husband and his brother cleaned out their parents' house in Texas. A lot of their collectibles came to in Colorado, and most of their pottery ended up on that same shelf.

"You can't put breakables in a horse's stall," I told Seth, but he was insistent.

"Olive isn't going to touch them," he said confidently. He was right. She didn't.

I shared a picture of Olive and her pitchers on Facebook, and one of my work friends was horrified. 

"That's a Frankoma," she said. "You can't put in a horse stall. Give it to me."

The next day I checked, and sure enough, Kim was right. One of the pitchers was a Frankoma.

I didn't give it to her, however. That was Olive's.

Over time, Seth found a couple more Frankomas at local thrift shops. They all ended up in Olive's stall. She was a collector.

Clearing that shelf after her death was so hard. 

"There will never be another horse like her," I sobbed. "How will I ever find a second horse who collects pottery?"

Six months later, Hurricane Sage roared into town and immediately destroyed everything she could get her mouth on.

Everything.

Karen bought her a rubber chicken, thinking it would make for a funny video.

Sage was deeply unimpressed.

After several unsuccessful attempts to get her to play with it, I placed it on the shelf, and it's been sitting there completely untouched ever since.

Currently, we're going through some serious downsizing at work.

Dexter vibes, anyone?

I ended up with a discarded sign from the now-defunct pony section.

I decided to put it on the shelf with the rubber chicken and Olive's semi rearing mustang.

It's been almost a week, and so far Sage hasn't disturbed any of her possessions.

Well, at least not until today when I was taking these pictures.

Heh.

I know it's too soon to tell, but maybe -  just maybe - she'll earn a Frankoma of her own!