Alexandra Bonifield

Joined June 2017

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A River of Ponies
Exactly how I became known as “the pony lady", I’ll never know. It wasn’t my intention. They came at first as an occasional dribble, then a steady stream. Finally, like a river. A regular flood, of ponies….
By Alexandra Bonifield6 years ago in Petlife
Safe Passage
Nothing bad had happened all day. The aged bay Arabian gelding tossed his shaggy, black mane and snuffled a deep, resonant sigh, the sort of whoosh an old horse expresses when his world is in complete order. The sun’s amiable rays had warmed his swayed back and bony withers all afternoon. He flared his nostrils, inhaled deep the Louisiana gulf breeze, fragrant with wisteria essence, and sighed again. Utter contentment. Blessed day.
By Alexandra Bonifield6 years ago in Petlife