Touch n GO Farm

Whitesburg Georgia

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Every story has a beginning. Tony was mine.

Every story has a beginning. My life with horses begins with Tony…or Tony the Pony as I called him. He was part of the Fenical family long before I was. My older sisters Jayne and Bonnie both learned to ride aboard the little brown and white paint.

When not lolling about on his back, I was sharing Tony’s stall and napping in the hay manger.

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My father George modified a western saddle into a “riding bassinet” where I spent much of my time as my parents gave pony rides at local events. When not lolling about on his back, I was sharing Tony’s stall and napping in the hay manger. My mother Deanie would laugh as she found the nipples chewed off my bottles. I only thought it polite to share them with Tony. He was a wonderful companion and attentive baby sitter until I turned four. That’s when I found Smokey and discovered Tony’s only drawback…..

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