Hi!
I'm Alfie. My fancy name is Tir na N'Og, but everyone calls me
Alfie. My human named me Tir na N'Og after a Celtic faerie tale about a
boy called Oisin who travels on a white horse to the magical land of Tir
na N'Og. We didn't know the name of Oisin's horse, so we thought Tir na
N'Og was just as good. We wanted a good strong Irish name for me since
my human is half Polish (like me!) and half Irish. This way, I was a
part of all of her family.
As you can see, I love to have my picture taken. I think this photograph
really brings out my eyes. My human (that's her with me!) says that it
captures my curiosity about pretty much everything in this world. It's
true. I want to know everything, even if it means coming to an abrupt
halt that my human isn't expecting so that I can inspect whatever caught
my attention. I feel bad when she falls off, but it's not my fault! I
always apologize by giving her nuzzles and kisses when she falls. She's
very understanding. We've known each other since I was a yearling and
she was nine. She thought I was the prettiest horse she'd ever seen and
when she finally got to ride me two years later, we loved each other
even more than we had on the ground. She didn't mind that I was a
little spooky, and I didn't mind that she bounced on my back when we
cantered. I taught her how to jump, which is what I do best - I land so
smoothly you barely even know it. I love to jump high, even if the fence
is low - it's like flying! I'm the size of a pony, but I'm a horse
really. My human says that it's heart that makes me a horse, not a pony.
My human gives me tons of treats and is always fussing over me. She
calls me her buddy. I love to show off for her and her family by
prancing with my tail in the air, rolling in the dust (They love that!
And I get extra brushing after I do it, too!) and coming to screeching
halts from a dead run just steps from the paddock fence. This makes them
nervous for some reason. I can't imagine why - I know when to stop! I
also nod my head when they say "Is Alfie a pretty boy?" Such a silly
question! My first human taught me how to bow, but I haven't done that
trick in a long time. My human tells me all her secrets and sings to me
when we go riding. She says she learned everything she knows from me,
and it's pretty much the truth. She's my favorite human - and I know I'm
her favorite pony!
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