I'm surprised Ed's newspaper ad didn't say, 'Dead or Alive!'
The gestation period for a horse is eleven months, so this can't be Ed's foal.
He glanced up at her, his hand still running the brush down Ed's foreleg.
He released her and turned to Ed's stall.
The snow had melted on the mountain trail, and the dry gray rocks provided sufficient traction for Ed's hooves as they climbed higher into the hills.
Maybe we should reinforce Ed's pasture.
She pealed off a couple of leaves of hay and threw them into Ed's stall.
He slapped the reins on Ed's back and the buggy rolled out of the barn.
"Today is Ed's birthday," she told him as she tightened the cinch.
Lightning flashed and Ed's head came up, his eyes showing white.
Even so, she was ill-prepared for Ed's response.