These photos are a great example of why it's so important to tell the stories. At first glance, the second photo doesn't seem like much, but when you look closely you'll find a little surprise. Growing up on a horse farm was really a lot of fun, but the best thing about it were our weekend visitors. Almost every weekend(if we weren't at a horse show) my brothers would bring their families out to visit. The kids were able to play with their cousins and we watched them grow. We had a lot of fun but Dad always had a project for the boys to work on too. My dad never sat still and he always had something to do on "the ranch."
In the first photo my brother Jon is riding a mare named Naadiah. This photo is rare because I don't remember ever seeing Jon on a horse other than this occasion, and we didn't ride Naadiah that much either. It's unusual on both levels. Anyway, that's me in the bell bottoms and on my shoulders is my nephew (Jon's son) Christopher.
Now look really closely at the second photo. Jon is on the mare on the right and you can see her foal in the background. But right in front of the foal you can see Christopher walking up to the baby with his hands behind his back. What you may not be able to see is what is right behind Christopher. Zoom in and you'll see a furry tail.
That would be Willy.
Willy was Jon's dog and he was a constant companion. Jon adopted Willy when he showed up one day with my brother Chuck's dog Brandie. Brandie brought the stray home and Jon kept him. Willy was one of the coolest dogs I've ever known. He was Jon's shadow and never too far away. I'm sure Willy was keeping a watchful eye on Christopher while Jon was distracted with the mare.