Watching my Extreme Mustang Makeover horse run down the chute yesterday, Kirk said, “he looks like a crotch rocket!”

Sure enough, his little legs were pumping with some action you usually see in hackney’s.

“Cool!” I thought.  He has really great movement!

Light on his feet, they barely touched as he raced down the loading chute into the trailer.

Our trailer is an aluminum stock trailer and if a horse is heavy on their feet, you can hear it when they step into the trailer.

He sailed.  And barely a bang.

Crotch rocket.  I should say.

We have tossed around names all this month and Kirk and his brother Glenn have given me suggestions everywhere from Dewberry (couble blech) to Tanner (blech) to Belvadere (????).  They weren’t much help.  So I resorted to baby name books, horse web sites with names…Bold and the Beautiful….what are these people thinking?

Then I resorted to threatening to do a naming contest.

But as soon as we saw our little crotch rocket….Kirk had a light bulb moment.

“Maybe we should name him “Crockett the Crotch Rocket!”

Boys.

Crockett.  I rolled it around in my head and liked it!

Still, I decided to sleep on it. 

This morning, I started using.  He seems to like it.  He looked me straight on as soon as I said it and came up to lip me in his customary, friendly fashion.  He’s quite the socialite.

So, just as ShoGun and Lucy were christened, the name just fits.  So his name shall be Crockett.

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