Was, Was, ich liebe dich, komm zu dein neue Haus

A trip to Germany was never supposed to end in a horse coming home with us. But... I guess that's what happens when your obsession with a band translates to things related to it.

We went to meet this pony the day after we landed, my mother in law telling me about this horse while she drove with us. Talking about this pony named Was Ich liebe. What I love. I knew as soon as I saw this bright orangish red pony I need her. 

Meeting her was an amazing thing. She sniffed me, and cuddled with me when we met her. My German still isn't the best, and she didn't do English commands yet, so it was a must for now. But she intently listened to me while I formulated my words. 

"Gut Mädchen." I mumbled while I sat with her in her stall, her head resting on my lap while I scratched her mane, my other hand softly rubbing her forehead, doing circles. The pony huffing and mumbling while she slept in my lap.