My Muse

First post over and done with.  Phew.


I feel a bit funny, though.  I feel like I have wronged the very thing that began my initial passion of tiny things. 

What is it?  Look up.  Look wayyyyyyyy up (or, directly above this post...for now, to my header).  Yup, that is my finger, and I'm pointing at my favouritest of things.


It is, of course, the tiny horse - or, we can call it by its proper name: the Miniature Horse.


I had to give Ping Ping, my inaugural tiny thing/man, props for kicking my ass enough into starting this completely pointless blog, but really, the tiny horse is my fucking raison d'etre.  It's like, my THING, man.   It's my go-to reference when I want to mention something obscure, something weird, something delightful, something delicious...pretty much anything.  I guess I lack imagination, but by inserting the tiny horse into my everyday conversation, most people will assume that I am an interesting and eccentric person. 


I have forced people to STOP THE FRICKING CAR when i have seen a tiny horse in the distance.  I have trespassed on people's properties to pet their velvety noses.  I have inappropriately squealed in the middle of Toronto's entertainment district when one was dressed up as a reindeer on the street near Christmas time...my friends were fascinated/embarassed by my reaction.  They still bring it up, 5 years later, about how I was rooted to the spot in front of Crocodile Rock, my mouth agape and babbling about its tiny behooved-ness.  I really cannot say enough about these little guys.  


I mean - it's a HORSE, but it's the size of a DOG.


Or, in the case of the world's newest, tiniest of horses, it can be the size of a cat.


Introducing:  Einstein.  The World's Smallest Horse:

Einstein was born last week and weighed 6 lbs.  I think I weighed around 8 when I was born.  


First off - way to go, owners, naming this guy Einstein.  It makes absolutely no sense.  It's like naming your pet butterfly (cuz so many people own pet butterflies) Sir Winston Churchhill.  I like your style. 


Before the birth of Einstein, the world's tiniest horse was Thumbelina.  I could go into detail about her, but I think that this subject (ie. the tiny horse subject) deserves two posts.  I want to focus my energies on Einstein today. Thumbelina will be next.


Einstein is particularly special because he is perfectly proportioned.  Most tiny horses have funny little stubby legs or other dwarf-esque features, but if you saw Einstein without any sort of size reference, you might assume he is a regular sized baby horse.  


The fact is, though, I could shove this fucker in my purse and be on my merry way. 


If you would like to learn more about Einstein, google him.  I'm sure there is a plethora of information.  I'm just here to fantasize about owning him and keeping him under my desk in a peach basket.