Miniature horses, gravel roads and green grass.

He was so ugly that it made him just slightly cute.

Adam and I drove down the gravel road in my Grandmothers Chevy truck and noticed all the miniature horses to the field on the right. We laughed a bit at how awkward they all looked as we pulled in front of Grandmas house.

And then we saw him.

Standing less than 20 feet away from the fence was the ugliest, most matted of all miniature horses I have ever seen. I ran inside to get my camera because I thought it was hilarious that he was in my Grandmothers front yard.

Grandma looked at me with questioning eyes because up until this moment, our vacation to Dallas has been pretty lethargic and low-key. But I had to grab a shot of this mini horse. She told me he comes out all the time. They call him Chupakabra. I am not really sure why but that is what they have nicknamed him. And apparently he escapes out of his pasture often.

I snapped a shot or two of him, sat on the porch and thought for a few moments. He had acres and acres of land to roam. He has friends of his kind inside the fence. He had loving owners. Really, he had it all. Well…for a miniature horse that is. And yet all he wanted was to get on the other side of that fence.

And I got to thinking.

Even for miniature horses, the grass always seems to be greener on the other side.

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