Daisy Mae

On the way down hill, a ranger turck passed us, and the guy rolled down the window, looking at DAisy Mae. "What kind of horse is that," he wanted to know. We explained she's half-Percheron or some other kind of draft horse "for pulling carts." "She looks like she should be pulling something," he said, rolled up the window and went on. This is about the thrid time I've seen this happen, that one of the ranger's asked about what kind of horse she is.

Brenda looked at Daisy Mae...."She would look good in front of a cart," she said. Then she said, "Daisy Mae is a guy magnet." "Well," I said, "she looks just like the real Daisy Mae. Let's face it, guus still like curves."