I can't locate a photo, but my favorite farm animal was Wally -- a very feisty but friendly quarterhorse mix. He originally lived next door in rather dire conditions: mucky and swampy pasture coupled with an impoverished owner. During one bad winter, the owner asked if he could rent out our front field for Wally. I agreed, but also agreed that for every month he defaulted on rent, that would be a credit toward our agreed upon value of the horse. If his arrearage rose to the point of the value, then Wally would be my horse. As expected, that is exactly what happened, and the owner honored our agreement (I think he was secretly relieved). Wally was a great horse - short but quick, could turn on a dime (he was trained for gaming) and always came running to the fence when his name was called. He eventually got old and developed emphysema, but I have many fond memories of him racing up our back hill with one of the kids hanging on for dear life but whooping all the way!
