In rescuing the starving, shattered, and slaughter-bound, it has been our practice to do as much as we possibly can…..and then just a little more. We said “yes” to him, sight unseen, as we would never use a photograph to make a decision, and of course they are all beautiful…and deserving. We named him before we met him, and somehow he eluded the camera every time that an update picture was taken and sent. From the feedlot to the auction…even to the very trailer that brought our new pony to the safety of Red Bucket, we continued to ask, “Where is Wallace?” We finally saw him as we opened the trailer door 5 days later, and there he stood….shaking in spite of the scorching September afternoon, skinny, hungry, and very scared. He, along with Trinket and Penelope, is settling into his temporary stall in our isolation barn. He is cautiously enjoying his turnout time, and while he is wary and tries to be indifferent, he anticipates our visits, and slowly seems to be softening…and exhaling. We are taking our time assessing him, and his “hip number” is still stuck on just a little too tightly to be comfortably removed. There is still quite a bit that we do not know, but now when someone asks, “Where is Wallace?” we can now reply that we know exactly where he is……and that he is safe! Welcome to Red Bucket, Wallace!